We ate breakfast this morning at a local deli/diner with my brother- and father-in-law. In between mouthfuls of Mickey Mouse-shaped pancake, my just-shy-of-three-year-old said, “Daddy, I want to tell you a secret.” I obliged by leaning in close, and I heard his breath quicken slightly as he whispered:
“I love you the bestest ever.”
Can you believe there was a time I thought fatherhood wasn’t for me?
Talk about going out on a high note, 2007. Happy New Year, everybody.