A Good Childhood

I know that Troy will not remember this time of his life years down the road. He won’t remember the games we played, the laughs we had, the moments we shared. But if some remnant should stay in there, if he should recall something one day, then I hope he remembers having a good childhood. I want him to enjoy his life, to laugh every day, and soak up all that life has to offer. And I want him to remember our time together fondly. In other words, I hope he remembers it like I do. I hope he loves me as much as I love him, but that’s not required. I’ll love him regardless.