“I love you,” I said to him. He climbed into my lap, took my face in his soft hands and he whispered, “I love you, too.” Then he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. What a romantic he’ll be. A heart breaker, too.
And to think, he’s not yet two.
It just goes to show how much kids learn by example. Each day when my dear Matt comes home from work, he carresses me in his arms and gives me a tender kiss. Little Eli is always right there waiting for his turn to get a hug from his daddy and sees that his daddy loves his mommy.
Thanks honey, for all your love.
“I love you,” I said to him. He climbed into my lap, took my face in his soft hands and he whispered, “I love you, too.” Then he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. What a romantic he’ll be. A heart breaker, too. And to think, he’s not yet two.
It just goes to show how much kids learn by example. Each day when my dear Matt comes home from work, he carresses me in his arms and gives me a tender kiss. Little Eli is always right there waiting for his turn to get a hug from his daddy and sees that his daddy loves his mommy.
Thanks honey, for all your love.
Sniff
*sniff* *cough* *nose blow*
—
Matthew P. Barnson
What a charmer
Kids are great!!! Eli will be a lady’s man when he grows up. Watch out….. I know Genna can be a charmer. When I am down in the dumps she will say the sweetest things to make me feel better.
*grin*
Cute. So far, Joey just looks me in the eyes and says, “Ba.” But it’s a start.
Congrats on the new baby Christy! You brought up the band thing we did together on another thread. Can you believe that was 12 years ago? Holy crap – when did we all get so old?
— Ben Schuman Mad, Mad Tenor
Getting old
You’re the old one. I’m not. Just had my eighteenth birthday party, as a matter of fact, and a bunch of my friends sat around a table at the pizza parlor and sang me a four-part harmonied rendition of the Happy Birthday song that went a little something like this:
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
May the village in your wake
Burn like candles in your wake
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Women and children wail and weep
Forget the women, save the sheep!
Happy Birthday
Happy Birth Day
It was in a minor key, and ended on… what’s that called, when you go to a major resolution from a minor key? Anyway, yeah, that.
Well, OK, it wasn’t yesterday. It was sometime around the end of April in 1991, and we were celebrating a cast party at Grandfather’s Pizza for, if I recall correctly, the spring musical at my high school. “Fiddler on the Roof”, I think.
Yeah, I’m old.
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Matthew P. Barnson