This morning, I took Noah to preschool. He wanted me to carry him as we walked across the parking lot, so I picked him up and told him that he would soon be too big to carry him. He said that someday he'd be so big that he would carry me. And then he said this:
"Daddy, I want to be you when I grow up"
Jesus Christ. I don't think anyone has ever said anything to me that felt like that did. I can't imagine there is a combination of words that a father would rather hear than that. From the mouth of my own three year old son...I still can't hardly believe it.
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