Time keeps on slipping, as they say. Or at least as one obscure song from the 70's would have us believe. Thing is, that song was right. I am writing this (a little late this month) on Father's Day less than a month before your 7th birthday. It hits me at odd times, this idea that I have a child as old as you are. The idea of time slipping away is such a cliche, but once you're living it, it has a lot more substance.
Anyway. Your birthday party will be in a few weeks. We're going to do it the weekend before your birthday, which actually falls on a Wednesday this year, as the weekend afterwards your Aunt is getting married. What better way to celebrate Canada Day than with a party for the most important person in your Mom and I's lives? Plus, an even better excuse for fireworks than usual. I'll let you know how it goes.
It should be an interesting summer ahead. Your Mom is now working full time, and she will be working 5 days a week, Tuesday through Saturday. With me working Monday through Friday that means that I'll get the day with you on Saturday, your Mom on Monday, and Sundays are all three of us. During the week, you'll be spending the days with your grandparents, mostly your Grandma. I think you'll have a lot of fun there. She spoils you pretty hard; mostly does whatever it is that you want to do. I am really happy that relationship is becoming what it is, and I hope that as you get older you get to keep the closeness you have with her. Your Mom and I both have very special places in our hearts for our own Grandmothers, and I hope that you get that as well.
I will be taking a few weeks off, and I'll get to spend most of that time with you. I don't have anything too crazy planned for when it is just us, but I'll come up with something. I foresee beach day trips, playing in the yard, maybe some do it yourself crafty things. A friend of mine sent me specs to a pretty amazing sounding do it yourself hovercraft. We'll see if we can make something like that happen. When its all three of us, we have a list of things we want to do. Camping, staying at my Dad's cottage, trip to the zoo, family reunion, wedding. We'll have a busy summer.
I wanted to let you know about a quirk of mine that might not be in evidence as you get older. I have this habit of making up nicknames for you on the spot; some I re-use, others you never hear twice. Some recent examples are honey bear, pickle, skipper, stretch, legs, Dr. Snuggles, the list goes on. One that has come up more than once is Black Canary, or Canary for short, as you have this laugh you do when expressing cynicism or pleasure with something that you've seen/done so many times that you don't laugh automatically, but belt out a really loud HA! sound. I liken it to the Black Canary's sonic scream superpower, hence the nickname.
Before I go, I wanted to say thank you for the great day you and your Mom have given me so far today. You both made me breakfast, which was bacon and eggs. Perfect. You got me a blender to make my noisy morning smoothies in. You made me a clay modelled pen and holder set, which will be going on my desk at work. You made me a sign that instructs people what to when they're standing on my freshly planted and barely growing grass.
You're the highlight of my life.
I love you,