As the summer comes to a close and spending every hour of every day with Max nears its end, I am not only constantly wishing I could spend all this time with him during the school year (seriously--Mister and I have a blast dancing and harassing the dogs all day), but also wishing that Max could have these memories.
It's bittersweet that the first couple of years of a person's life are the years in which you have no memory of. I know I don't. I don't even know what my first memory is. For some reason, the memory that comes to mind is seeing a dead snake in the street in our home in California. I have no idea how old I was, maybe 4?
I guess what I am trying to say is that I wish that Max could have with him forever the memories of us standing by the stereo and shaking our booty (we do this every day--it's his way of dancing), playing peekaboo behind the curtains, kissing each other's toes, and many more. I wish that he could have with him forever the feeling of all the love that Brandon and I have for him, a feeling that is certainly easier to share and feel when you are so young.
I suppose my memory of all of these happy times has to be enough for both Max and myself, but if I could have anything in the world right now, it would be for him to have those memories and my love for him (and his toes) for himself.
2 comments:
Excellent Blogg. Been there myself and couldn't say it better!
The snake was on a back road and your dad ran over it., was also your first dream that you told us about. I think you are wrong about the dancing memories, you remember dancing with your dad and the songs you danced to. You might have been about 2.
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