Sunday, September 27, 2009


So, it's my son's 9th birthday today. I say this every year, but it is crazy that I have a 9 year old son. I still remember finding out that I was going to be a father, I still remember that Nell was the first person that we told, and calling my parents. I remember going into the hospital an Trevor being born...and watching the olympics with the doctor.

I remember taking him on walks through our old neighborhood, and playing at the park. We would go to the museum at the University and sit and look at the exhibits. It was nice having the varied schedule, and getting to spend full days with him during the week. One of the perks of being in college and having a baby.

I remember dropping him off at day care, and him crying.

I remember that feeling of being proud of him, maybe for a good grade or when he did something really nice for someone without being asked.

Being 9 means he is halfway to 18. I look forward to just as many memories in the coming 9.


quartergoddess said...

Why do you say that it's crazy to have a 9 year old son every year? That's weird.

Because every other year than this one, he wasn't nine.

Heather said...

That would be crazy if you said it next year.

Nell said...

Nine years!!! That is crazy...seems like just yesterday:) Happy Birthday Trevor!