I don’t have a son, I have a little boy.
Someday I’ll have a son. We’ll talk about father/son things. I’ll say things that I think are funny. He’ll laugh even though they aren’t. Just like he does right now. Except now he thinks they’re funny. Which is a different kind of funny.
I don’t have a daughter, I have a little girl.
Someday I’ll have a daughter. We’ll do father/daughter things. I’ll call her by her nicknames. She’ll call me by mine. It will be silly. Just like she is right now. Except when she’s in public. Which is a different kind of silly.
I don’t have forever, I have a ways to go.
Someday Meredith and I will wish we were back here. The time when it was. When the whole thing unfolded at our feet. We will wish it were eternal. Like us. Like our son. Like our daughter. They will be our evidence. We will be as we are, parents. Which is a different kind of eternal.
