Hom

This is an email that Brad sent some friends of ours...I thought it was funny and Werthy of today's blog...

A light hearted note amidst the snow storm.

Max is getting to the point where every day he seems to pick up a new word. As a father, you sort of feel like it’s a new beginning in the evolution of man. Max seems to realize it too, as he will repeat it all day, out of context of course.

A day or so ago he figured out that not only did he like ham, but he could say it too. Only it usually comes out like “hom”, sounds like “mom” with an “h”. “Hom, hom, hom, hooooommmm” for the rest of the day. In fact I just came in from shoveling 6” of fresh snow off of the driveway. Max did his best to help. The effort ended promptly with a chorus of “hom, hom, HOM!”. Guess what’s for lunch…yup.

A small thing in the scope of life, but it makes me remember that some of the most important things are the small ones that give us pleasure and make our day; like ham.