
But with Nicholas I got one of those defining moments recently. On vacation in the mountains of North Carolina.
Grandfather Mountain.
Aptly named too, if you asked me.
We made our way to the very top of the mountain. Some 5,270 odd feet in elevation. That is about 1 mile.
We are standing just off the edge of a cliff (safely mind you) and I tell him that as long as he lives, always remember that he and his dad were on top of the world. The girls had run back to the car for something so it was just father and son. We turn to look over, down the mountain at the wonderful creation before us. (Attached photo was taken moments later).
I hold his hand (firmly, I am a bit paranoid) and paused just long enough to really enjoy the view. After being serenaded with silence for an eternity that elapsed in a few seconds, he softly turned to me, barely daring to speak, and said,
"I love you daddy".