Well almost a year later and I dare to post again. I'm not telling anybody, I'm just posting.
It's funny how fast a year can fly by and so little changes, yet so much changes.
Summer time again and I scrounge for those precious moments alone during the day when I can get something done, but I can see little things like the moments lasting longer when they do come.
My son is ten on Wednesday and my daughter is four on July 11th. She will start her last year of preschool in August.
Katie has grown so much that it's hard to remember how little she was just six months or a year ago. Last year she didn't know any letters or numbers and she was just learning shapes and colors. Now she can recite the entire alphabet and count to the mid thirties (with a little help). We even try to help her spell some words.
As much as I will enjoy enjoy my time alone when she gets older I will forever miss her yelling from the bathroom, "I'm done."
Day One - July 1, 2004: Alone At Last
Well I finally have a few hours to myself, so I choose to spend it with you. This is the last of the three blogs that were my goals to set up and write in this summer before school starts again. I hope in this blog to write about the daily things in our lives that make fathers, husbands, and men in general what we are.
So I am alone at last, at least for the next hour, when I have to go get my daughter from her babysitter. Then it's splashpad, Barbies, and tea parties fro the rest of the day unless I can get thirty minutes by the grace of "Dora".
I'm watching the Wimbledon women's semi-final between Serena Williams and Amelie Mauresmo. It's a good enough match, but it just doesn't hold me like they did back in the early 80's. Then again I am still with it at 4-4 in the third set.
I've watched Wimbledon since 1980 or 81 and followed it since Borg won his third straight championship. I remember my first exposure of pro tennis was in a rest area bathroom in, at the time, West Germany. We were moving and a German newspaper frontpage showed Borg in his traditional stance he used when he won. I was hooked and have followed ever since. I think I have missed "Breakfast at Wimbledon" only twice in the last 25 years.