my kids and i return from a playdate and card game at my buddy's house a bit ago. i hadn't expected them to last the drive home, but they are wide awake and hungry, so i whip up a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. as they finish their snack and i clean up the mess, Pixie crawls up in a chair and tells me i am, "the best cooker," and then gives me a small kiss on the cheek.
fast forward and they are getting settled in for sleepy time and i am curled up at the foot of their bed, just a presence in the darkness to put their minds at ease and help them fall asleep. i'm drifting when i feel a small hand pat my back. Tiny Tank gives me a hug and says, "you're a good daddy."
and it occurs to me that no matter what comes, no matter what sacrifices have to be made, no matter what i have to endure, it's all worth it, people.
ghost
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