The Perfect Day

Day 276:

Today was a perfect day, Conor.  Perfect weather, perfect fun, perfect finish, perfect day.  This morning around 4:00am you were wide awake with a hacking cough and so your Mother decided to bring you to bed.  Well, that's all good and fun, except that you continued to cough and wheeze and while Mommy can sleep through that, I can't.  So I up I went and down the stairs around 4:30am.  Thankfully there's plenty of coffee in the house as well as a never ending supply of SportsCenter on ESPN, and so that's how I would spend my morning... At least until you woke up.

When you did wake I got a message from Mommy to let me know you were wide awake and ready for the day, and soI headed up to grab you and let Mommy sleep in a bit.  A quick diaper, a big bottle, and we were on the matts and playing to beat the band!  From 6:45 to 8:00am we went at it, Son.  You had a BLAST!  And truthfully, so did I.

Once you were good and worn out and ready for a proper breakfast, I fed you, bathed you, put you in a change of clothes, and passed you off to Mommy around 8:45am just in time for a 4 hour motorcycle ride to Marshall, VA, Fredricksburg, VA, and hen back to Fairfax.  182 mies in all.   And what's more?  The weather was actually as perfect as any an old biker like me could ever ask for.

Once home, showered, and changed myself, I gathered the troops and headed out to see your fraternal cousins, Nathan and Andrew.  Hence the picture...  A night with ribs on an open smoker handled at the skillful hands of your Uncle Paul, a glass of bourbon on the rocks for me, plenty of play time for you, and tons of laughs to go around with these crazy kids, this day ended as perfect as any there ever was.  But more than anything because you were in it.

And now I'll sign off, Boy'O.  But not before I tell you once again how much I love you, Son.

I love you,
-Dad