My Dad reflexes are terrible. My instincts are amazing, but reflexes are terrible.
Needless to say that this post is about Beckett getting hurt.
Last Wednesday she fell head first on a concrete pavement from a height of three and a half feet.
And she bruised her face. And bumped her head.
And I couldn't catch her in time.
All the time I spent watching Dad videos on 9Gag felt like a complete waste.
But, my daughter, true to her name, is both peaceful (Sanskrit) and fearless (Nordic).
After the initial one day, she was back to being Beckett.
Today she asked to go back to the same place at the Embarcadero, and she jumped from the very place that she fell from.
She wanted to see the stars and I was happy to be her pathfinder.
P.S: Missus was very unkind to me throughout this ordeal, squarely placing the blame on me for the fall.
