Last night Rich and I were talking about the fact that we have a little girl (as opposed to a boy.... or an alien or something). He said something kind of interesting: "I think a man always imagines himself with a little boy -- fishing, playing ball. But now that I have a girl, it's so cool because I WAS a boy."
Ummm....Yes - another obvious observation.
"No, I mean I know what it's like to grow up as a boy. Now I get to find out what it's like to be a girl growing up because I get to raise one." True. Never thought about it that way. Is that how I would feel about raising a boy?
As I write this, Rich is chasing Annessa around in his wheelchair, shooting her in the butt with a rubber band gun as she pretends to be scared. "You missed me, you missed me!" she taunts.
I tell ya.
Anyway - when I see him with her, I see a playfulness. A tenderness and a protectiveness. I see pure, pure love. I me? I feel lucky just to be able to watch it unfold.
Ummm....Yes - another obvious observation.
"No, I mean I know what it's like to grow up as a boy. Now I get to find out what it's like to be a girl growing up because I get to raise one." True. Never thought about it that way. Is that how I would feel about raising a boy?
As I write this, Rich is chasing Annessa around in his wheelchair, shooting her in the butt with a rubber band gun as she pretends to be scared. "You missed me, you missed me!" she taunts.
I tell ya.
Anyway - when I see him with her, I see a playfulness. A tenderness and a protectiveness. I see pure, pure love. I me? I feel lucky just to be able to watch it unfold.
"I will have you wrapped around my finger in no time. Watch out!"
