June 16, 2014 at 9:12 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 6 months.
For the past couple of nights I have come home to notes from Mommy telling me how long to preheat the oven to cook her homemade vegan dinners.
How awesome is Mommy?Seriously!
Let me tell you, life without you and her in the house is so… quiet.
I can hear the refrigerator, the ceiling fan, and even the lights.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that’s a good thing.
That’s my way of saying that there are no “signs of life” other than me in the house.
I should explain; you and Mommy are visiting family out in California for a few days before I get there. (Mommy had more vacation days from work than I did.)
Last Saturday morning, after we packed up your new Okiedog rolling suitcase with several GoGo Squeez pouches and free apps on Mommy’s Kindle, I dropped you both off at the Nashville Aiport.
Since then, I have rediscovered my impressive hula hoop skills, while visiting my side of the family in Alabama: Saturday was also my 15 Year Class Reunion.
But trust me, I am ready to see you and Mommy again.
I just wasn’t meant to be a bachelor. My identity is so closely woven into me being a husband and a dad, that every other part of my life just seems silly.
Everything else seems like I’m just waiting in line for something to happen.
I was meant to be your Daddy. I was meant to be married to Mommy.
Whether it’s fate or not, what I do know is that you and Mommy are parts of my life that unquestionably make sense.
It’s like peanut butter and jelly. Though really, when you think about it, peanut butter and jelly make for an odd combination.
But it’s a combination that works- like you, me, and Mommy.