I think it all the time. On my way to get cash from the ATM. When I'm hanging downstairs while he's sleeping upstairs and I hear him on the monitor. When I go to feed him in the middle of the night and he yawns and stretches backward in my hands. When I'm making coffee. When I see Staci in the morning. When I think about what we're doing on the weekend. On my walk to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant. When I hear Indian music and subsequently want Indian food for dinner. When I'm a few blocks away from home on my scooter.
Pretty much all the time it hits me that I have this awesome boy. It also hits me how incredibly tiny he is and how he's starting to get a personality.
And I think about what he's going to be like when he's older. I can't wait to see what kind of person he becomes, but I don't want to rush things...however I am so curious. I also think about when he's 12 and 13 and such and he's a total pain in the ass.
Holy shit I have a kid..and that's pretty cool.