The switch flipped. Last Friday night I had a dream where I saw my son.1 In terms of dreams, it was pretty uneventful, no flying Cheetos or being chased by fire-breathing marbles. We were visiting my parent’s house and my mom was holding him. That’s pretty much it, nothing more. But the feeling I had when I woke up was one of peace and happiness. One of the only other times I had the same feeling was when I knew I wanted to marry Claudia.
I love to learn. As far back as I can remember, I’ve had an inquisitive mind. A specific recollection of me being inquisitive happened when I was around 7 years old. I used to have1 a battery powered CHiPs motorcycle with a little Larry Wilcox 2 attached to it. It wasn’t small either. Officer Baker was easily 12” and the motorcycle itself was probably a foot and a half long.
As I said in my initial post, my wife is in her third trimester of our first child, so she’s very, very pregnant. We’re in the process of getting ready for my son’s arrival. It started with the theme for his room. I wanted it to be space with rocket ships, planets, stars and maybe a little NASA logo thrown in there. As is typical in married life, I had to compromise, and we went with stars.
I like to fiddle with things. I’m not a set it and forget it kind of person. I always tend to tinker with things until they’re just right. Until I get bored with it and try to change it up.