It never ceases to amaze me the chorus of shrieking and cheering.
Every day.
5:45.
A rockstar comes through the side door.
And every day at 5:45 my children, regardless of what they were doing, stop and yell and clap and scream.
At the top of their lungs.
Chaotic joy.
Because Daddy is home.
I love that you act all tough.
But you’re really just a softie.
I won’t tell your friends.
You do, after all, have a reputation to uphold.
Happy Father’s Day to the best Daddy I could have dreamed of for my babies.
I'm a mom to four. A wife to one. I believe in story. I love telling you about mine and would love to hear yours. There's really no sense in wasting our suffering and not sharing in each other's joy. We're all in this together...even if it doesn't always feel like it.
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<3 he is an awesome dad.
I remember my dad walking in the door just as we’d sit down to dinner. Perfect timing, every night. *bam* Dinner on the table and us sitting down? He’d arrive. ;) :)
Now *I’m* the mama setting stuff down for dinner and waiting for my hubby to arrive, but no babies toddling over to him with big doofy grins and choruses of “Dada! Dada! :D”….. one day.
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