Day 4,176—This is my Son—

 

It was still raining outside, and I followed roughly the same route as the day before. It might be boring, but it is a nice mix of different things to look at. I saw a cat this morning, and I usually see deer. I also saw that someone had tied a piece of paper with tape to the fence. I looked to see if there was a note, but it was only the paper and tape.

        Trying to stay calm and focused has made everything seem funny and sad at the same time. I have felt like I am behind since I got up this morning, but I don’t have the energy to get up any earlier, and I am still fighting off something. Last night, we went to Family Night at my daughter’s school, and I walked around with my son. He is so funny running around, or when he grabs my hand and says, “Dada, help me!”

        “I am right here, son. You’re a good guy. I will help you.” I remind him every day that he is good, and I love him; it still feels weird calling him “son.”