I should have written this one week ago because it’s a memory worth keeping. I told Dawn about it when it happened. I’m logging it here as a way of keeping my memory, of preserving it.
We were heading out in the morning. It was either Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday since the boy was in his blazer. Bryce was at the door and I was grabbing a bag.
He said to me, “I’m great daddy.” I looked at him to listen again to what I’d just heard. Sometimes he says things that are completely surprising, and I’ve learned how I shouldn’t be surprised when he does this even though I am. He repeated himself. “I’m great daddy.”
I told him that he was great. He had been on a roll lately. And I said so. I told him that he had been making good choices and that he could keep being great.
“I am. I’m going to stay great.” Of course you are, I thought. You’re exactly right.
Now that’s awesome
He will inevitably say that next week. “I’m awesome daddy.” I can hear him already.