Usually I wake up with a certain amount of necessity. I either have to get up and feed a cranky Gabe, or I need to get my rear in the shower so I can make it to work on time. This morning was different. My darling wife let me sleep in. She was not the only member of our family to be so generous. Molly and Gabe both slept in as well, making my perfect fathers day morning a rousing success.
As I went through my Sunday, I began to collect a few instances that let me know how great it is to be a father and how spectacular it is to be someone's daddy. Molly and I watered the plants outside today and I showed her how the waterhose can make a rainbow if you spray it just right. I think she thinks I'm a sorcerer! Later, Gabe woke up from his nap a little early, so we quietly watched some highlights of DeMarcus Ware and Marion Barber III on YouTube (after all, you're never too young to learn about the Dallas Cowboys).
All in all, I'd say it was just about the most perfect fathers day ever. I got a tool belt, some tools to put in it, and lots of fantastic daddytime with my kids. The best moment of all was when a very sleepy and very upset Molly cried out for her daddy moments after being put down for bed. The reason for the crying? She said she was sad...I asked her if she wanted a hug, she said yes and leaned in for a squeeze. Then she pursed her little lips and kissed me on my face. After that, she laid back down and went to sleep.
Yep...pretty perfect end to a pretty perfect day...