Thursday, September 23, 2004


One of the very first words Chase learned to say was, “Papa.” Each morning he would run (toddle) through the front door yelling, “Papa!” Then the rest of the time I spent getting ready for work he was my shadow, saying Papa…Papa….Papa, Papa, PapaPapaPapaPapa….

And if I wasn’t paying enough attention to him, the Papa’s just got louder and louder until I did. It could get really, really irritating. Distracting. And irritating.

Did I mention how irritating it was?

God, I miss hearing it.


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