Connor,
Lately, when I get home from work you start asking me to go outside and play basketball (actually, it sounds like "play bak-sik-ball, daddy"). Playing basketball consists of me shooting the ball into the basket and you retrieving the ball when I miss (which is quite regularly). You are so excited when the ball goes in the hoop. I know in a few more years you won’t be nearly so impressed with my lousy basketball skills. For now, it is so enjoyable to just spend the time teaching you how to throw the ball and catch it.
I’m looking forward to all the moments when I get to play games with you as you grow up. I always liked sports when I was young and I still do. Hopefully, there are lots of balls to be thrown or kicked, races to be run, and games to be won.
Love,
Dad