this morning, while i sit under the egg-blue sky of honduras, serenaded by birds in a different tongue, i am thinking only of the fact that it is my son's 4th birthday today. while i had the chance to celebrate with him last week, i am certainly feeling a bit of father's guilt this morning at not being with him on his day. time is flying, you know. its like my dad told me last week, "you know greg, he's now a quarter of the way to getting his driver's license." so, i'm trying to enjoy each moment as it comes to me. i'm trying to cherish the soft curve of his little calf, and his tiny little toenails. i'm trying to cherish the warmth of his hand when we cross the street and the joy in his face when i get in his bed with him to read some bedtime stories. i'm trying to lock pictures and feelings in my mind of the way he dances, the way he tries to rhyme words, and the way he sometimes comes and cuddles up with me on the couch and says, "daddy, i love you."
and so, happy birthday, jack. sorry i can't be there today. i hope you are having fun with mommy and being really good for her. i hope you know that i love you so much and am crazy proud of you. i am missing you while i am away and when i think of you my heart feels so big and full with your love. remember this picture of us playing in the snow? that was a fun day! i know we will have many more days to play and grow together. thanks for being you. i love you, daddy.