As I sit and start to write a memory I have, I get distracted.
My husband is a Skateboarder, has been since he was 9 years old, he is now 33 years old. He has had some good sucess with it too, which is great. Anyway, not to get into too much of who he is, it is late, our son woke up and the only thing that seems to keep him at aww would be watching skate videos with daddy. As I look around the corner he is purched up into daddys lap with his blanky and nuk sucking away and dazed my the video and music. I think to myself what a lovley memory for my son, I know he is young and most likely won't remember such a thing but just the look in his eyes. Loving the music, skating and his daddy. What a beautiful memory for my husband as well, holding his son and showing him what he loves to do and making it even more special by loving his little boy.
I could only dream of moments like this as a child growing up to have my daddy share a joy and involve me and love me.