So my weekend was going more or less ok.
I was bummed about having to miss the phoenix show, but happy that my sister, and my brand new born niece made it through ok. My 6 month old son had his first cold and the poor little guy was miserable at the end of the week, but he got better by the weekend. I was invited to test drive the new 650 hp Ferrari FF, and it was fantastic, made my BMW feel like a piece of crap, but then....
....On Sunday late afternoon, we are hanging with some friends at the pool at the Perry hotel in South Beach, I'm taking Akiva, my 6 month old son, into and out of the pool, (he loves boats and the water, total Miami boy). I walk up our cabana to take him into the pool again, he looks up at me, gives me a big toothless grin, raises up his arms like usual, and then chirps what sounds just like "Dada!"
I stop for a second, look at my wife, and she is looking a bit shocked. I pick him up and he looks at me and says "Dada!" again. He kept on saying it all evening when we got home, every time he looked at me.
My heart filled up so much it felt like it was going to squeeze out all of my other internal organs. It's his first word. It's magical. I can't wait to get home from my office and see him again and see if he keeps on saying it tonight.
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