Today marks my daughter's 6th birthday and shortly thereafer, my son turns 1 on the 31st.
I don't think I've ever really said this before, but I truely love being a daddy. I watch my children play together and never did I think that my life would be making this kind of path. I married a loving and caring woman and she birthed two beautiful children. I always knew I'd make a great father, but there's something to being a daddy.
When my daughter tucks me in bed (I work nights and go to bed after my wife gets home in the evening), she has this way of saying daddy... I don't know if it's a little girl's way of saying it, but there's nothing like it at all. There's love in her voice and every time she says it, I smile - much like I'm doing this very moment as I write this. She's got me so wrapped around her little fingers, there's nothing I can do. Sure there are times when she can be a brat... whinning and moping and sulking about, but show me a 5 or 6-year-old angel and I'll show you... something.
She's smart and funny and caring; especially toward her baby brother. She loves that boy so much.
My boy... man, does he love his mommy! Truely. Before she can even turn the key in the front door, he hears it and starts his clumsy way over to the side of the play area closest the door and begins calling out to her the only way a 1-year-old can call out. Amazing.
At this stage, he's slowing realizing that he doesn't need to hold onto things as he stands, but when he wants to move from one place to another... he plops on his diapered butt and crawls toward his destination. Also, he reacts to these baby puff things very much in the same way our cats react to a box of 9 Lives treats... shake the box and the cats come out of the woodworks. A little shake of his baby puffs and he's crawling faster than his little arm can go and he stumbles a bit. Quite cute!
Ahh... my children. Happy 6th birthday, Bug! Happy 1st birthday, Bud Bud!
God sure did bless me.
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