This morning N and I woke up on our own in Stinson beach and went off to do a trail run (that was at least partly a hike because neither of us can be called "trail run ready" right now) on the Dipsea trail. We started doing "anniversary run/hikes" on our first anniversary in Telluride, Colorado. That was quite a hike. Thirteen miles and a crapload of altitude and I was zonked for the entire second half of the day. This time we kept it to just about 4 miles, and were able to enjoy the rest of the day, which was necessary because unlike six years ago on our first anniversary, this time we had two rambunctious boys to get back to by noon.
But if there was even a small regret in our hearts about having to return to the reality of parenting two young kids who demand constant attention and do not allow for naps and spontaneous couples runs, W put that to rest. As we drove back from N's soccer game at around 3PM (yes he's a frequent double day workout freak) and we discussed the fact that we all needed haircuts, W said "I really need a haircut."
"How do you want it cut?" I asked.
"Just like Daddy," he said. Earlier this week he had explained he wanted Daddy-hair because he wanted to be just like Daddy.
"Short?" N said.
"Short around the sides," W said thoughtfully, "with a...a big spot on top that has no hair. I want the short hair to make a, like a circle around the empty spot."
Is there anything sweeter than a boy who loves his daddy so much he yearns to bald prematurely and sport a semi-circle of thinning hair around his scalp to Kindergarten? I think not.
Happy anniversary, N. You may have less hair than you did seven years ago, but you definitely have more love.
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He has your smile!
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