Archive for August, 2013


August 19, 2013

Dear Roman,

Summer is almost over. It really seems like yesterday that you were graduating from pre-k and we had the summer ahead of us. Now I sit here writing knowing that next week is the last week before you start kindergarten! How did this happen?

It’s pretty much been the best summer ever. Seriously. We’ve done fun stuff like a trip to Scottsdale. You’ve been in cool summer camps at the zoo and LEGO camp and really fun space and dinosaur camp. You’ve taken swim lessons and soccer lessons with your best friend Kellen. We’ve met other friends from school at parks and beaches. We’ve gone every Wednesday to the farmers market to eat woodfired pizza while you run around in the grass with your buddies that meet you there. But that’s not even the best part. The best thing about this summer has been YOU. How grown up you’ve become. How mellow and easy you are to be around. How loving and affectionate you are. You have been the best big brother in the entire world. Helping Charlotte with projects, playing with her non stop. On rare occasion even telling her you love her. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you this summer. In fact I wish so badly I could stop time and freeze the little moments we’ve shared. Instead I’ll try my hardest to remember that the summer of 2013 was fantastic. Memorable. A summer of bonding and warmth and connection between you and me and Charlotte. We’ve been quite the threesome.

I love you.


Back of the Car

August 1, 2013

Dear Roman,

There are moments in my time spent with you when I completely stop and pause because I am blown away by the realization that you are growing up. You’re a kid and you act like one and talk like one and have a life completely separate from the one you share with me. My baby! It sounds crazy even writing it because I am fully aware that you’ll be turning 6 in a few weeks. You’ll be off to kindergarten. I get it and yet I still think of you as that little guy who sucked a pacifier morning noon and night and wanted me to hold him all day.

Anyway, today as I drove you and your best buddy home from science camp I had one of the moments I’m referring to. You guys were sitting in the back of the car having a conversation about Star Wars. Going back and forth like, “do you remember the part from the movie when Darth asks Luke to take off his mask?” And then, “oh yeah dude that was cool.” Talking about scenes from the movies that I had no recollection of.  The two of you sharing facts and ideas and discussing your understanding of such an important subject in a boy’s development. This type of dialogue went on for the entire drive. All on the Star Wars topic.  I drove and listened silently. Taking in how grown up you both sounded and thinking about how I had two boys in my car. Not toddlers, not little kids, but boys. About to be 6 and about to head off to kindergarten. How is that possible?