I think I sort of blew Pace's mind the other day when we were talking and I said “Daddy used to be little like you are now.” You could see the wheels turning and then he replied in a slightly awed voice, “Daddy no big? Daddy little?”
Yep.
Being a father really brings home how things repeat themselves. I remember spending hours as a kid looking through a shoebox of unsorted family photos my parents kept in the cabinet in the living room. And I'm sure that someday Pace will look at the millions of digital photos we're now taking and laugh at Shea's and my funny hairstyles and outmoded fashion sense.
Except I'm sure that Pace's equivalent of the somewhat ironic but lovingly done My Parents Were Awesome web site will take some form that I can't even imagine today – just as I'm sure that the parents whose photos are submitted to that page never could've imagined that their photos would be seen by thousands of strangers around the world.