Anywho, it felt like he just couldn't wait to be born, to start tasting everything this great world has to offer. He never crawled. He walked at nine months, and by the time he had his first birthday was running so fast I could not catch up to him. Irrepressible. Ebullient. That's this boy.
Sometimes, I feel like he got the wrong mom. How did he end up in a family of mulling introverts? Then again, maybe God put him in our lives to teach us what unmitigated joy looks like.
My love for him knows no bound. Sometimes I can't keep up with the energy. I do like to talk, but I need big swatches of silence and solitude. What follows is a transcript I took of his comments to me over lunch in our kitchen. It was either type away, or fly off the handle.
Here goes. I don't guarantee the order of these remarks; I just kept typing. All I did to start the conversation by saying over our steak and eggs lunch: "Guess what I am going to say?"