8 Years, 5 Months & 3 Weeks into Daddyhood

Following ‘The Real-ness of Santa’

I think it is possible that I now feel more sad about the loss of Santa than my daughter. I’ve been looking at some of my old blog entries (was it really 16 months between the latest entry and the one before?) – and I am reminded that, even before Talise was born, my hopes, in part, for becoming a parent were for it to rejuvenate feelings of mystery and magic. Santa (or at least my daughter’s belief in Santa) accomplished this. And his elves and reindeer, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and other such things. All of these things are now on the path to drifting out of the sphere of belief. So now what?