Getting old.. with kids
First of all.. Family is where its at. Don’t doubt it. If you have no family, go get a kid. Kids always like you. They are great, and my little 3 year old, can cure most everything I have ever had wrong with me. Seeing his smile/dance when he sees me as he screams “DADDY!” could cure anything, and thats a fact. I’ve walked into the back door ready to blow up on anyone close to me. Bad days happen, and for me they are more frequent than the good ones. This guy cures it with just either/both of those actions.
I can literally say, with a bulging disk in my back that I have been in agonizing pain.. had him do this and I really forgot about it for a while. I am not so sure there is a medical correlation to this, or if maybe I just love that guy too much. Truth is, I think it might be that he loves ME that much. That I just REALLY made his whole day by coming in the back door. He’s started to get away from this habit, but I am still fortunate enough to get this attention from time to time. My oldest two are to the stage that they aren’t too sure they want to hug you. They will, but there’s no dance.. no giggling.. So the lesson here is that young kids rule, older kids suck.
I am overwhelmed mostly with the love from my family. I have wanted this family for most of my life now, and reaping in the pain/love is more than I had even hoped for. I had wanted to be a dad for SO long, and to have it be this real to me is just fantastic.
I’m not perfect, or would I say I was. I do the best I can, and I am just really appreciating my family and all the crazy/adorable/mean/hateful/insightful/intelligent/wonderful/caring/emotional things they do.. Which is what makes you guys ROCK in a major way
I may not be perfect, but I am always right… and I always love you.