I read a blog post that made me tear up this morning. Backpacking Dad shared his experience with his daughter's swim lessons and watching the Olympics, and his post was such a beautiful commentary on parenting.
Being the parent of a young child is the most joyful thing I've ever experienced. Every first encounter is a discovery and every day is full of potential.
Maybe he has the potential to be a world record setter. Or maybe the greatest thing Deuce will accomplish in life is to make my heart melt when he focuses intently on the first blade of grass he ever picked.
Either way, my greatest hope is that he finds happiness in the things he does and that I'm there to support him every step of the way.