Some wonderful moments this week with my son.
Started off having a sneaky dance with my son to ‘Tank Park Salute’ by Billy Bragg – a song all about the fading memories a son has of his father. It always hits me right in the gut, painfully so, but it made me really cherish that wee dance I had with the laddie.
Here it is – Tank Park Salute
Then today, at my 6 year old son’s Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class he demonstrated how he could (and did) choke out his dad into submission.
He was so chuffed he wanted to do it again and again. Needless to say, my neck is killing me now.
Good times, and glad I stepped up and paid attention to vividly engage in the moment, drinking in these moments, making a memory.
Good times.