I can hear him breathing, right next door.
I sat in his room, I just wanted to watch him sleep.
He has a little smile on his face. He’s fine. He’s happy.
He’s holding his little doggie to his chest.
I love him so much.
I gave everything I had to this little being who is growing up too fast.
I would like to slow him down. He is five years old already.
I would like to keep him with me.
I wish I could always hold him close to my heart.
But I let him sleep, I let him grow.
It’s hard being a father but it’s also a beautiful privilege.
We had a great day. We went sliding together.
We took a nap together.
We watched a movie together.
We went out to eat at a restaurant together.
Tomorrow we will go skiing together.
I can’t imagine a greater happiness for a father than to be able to be with his son.
Having so much fun and sharing such good times.
When I think that he was so small, 6 pounds and the size of my forearm, I almost feel like crying.
Now he’s almost big.
He often looks at me with pride, with eyes that say “Look, I can do this on my own!
I am proud that he is growing up.
I am also a little sad because he needs me less and less.
I wish I could stop time…
Original post Facebook, December 2014.
Comment 2020-12-08. I am reposting this because, 6 years later, this feeling still resonates in my heart…
Martin Pham Dinh 