Author Archives: Dad

Little Self

H, tonight you showed me a glimmer of your little self.

I was giving you and K your OIT doses – like I do every night – and y’all were watching the new My Little Pony Movie.

Now you are eight going on 15, and you often give us running tallies of how many more years until you are X years old or until you are in college.

So I have this view that you are so big and so old sometimes. And you are!

But tonight you melted my heart.

When I came in the room, your face was lit up and smiling.

And with the excitement of Christmas morning, looking at the TV and talking to me at the same time you said:

Dad, if I was a unicorn and got all my powers back like she did, do you know how excited I would be?!

My little girl! I just love you forever, doosie.

Of course, I am primed for all of this.

Because, K, you turn five tomorrow!!!

I’m fact, you are laying in my bed now as I type this.

My sweet flower.

Ok, so I’m gonna head to bed and snuggle you now. Ok?

Sweet dreams everyone.

I love you.

-Dad

French Fries Come From

H and K, I took y’all to chapel this morning.

Mom had to be at work early and took T.

We jammed to the video below…

Anyway.

Giving the talk was a dad of one of the first graders.

He started his set with a few dad jokes.

The first one was:

Where are French fries from?

Of course everyone guessed France and a few other random things.

Theme he gave the answer:

No, French fries are from Greece.

Ahhhhhahahhaa. Booooooo. Everyone laughed and moaned.

But here the funny part.

As he said it, K, you turned to me with a look of disdain, 80% anger and 20% confusion.

You looked so mad and said:

No. French fries come from potatoes!

Don’t ever change.

I love you.

-Dad

Band Of Other Children

Long day today. I’m tired now.

Anyway, H and K, you were playing in the front yard as we were getting dinner ready tonight.

As you played, the two girls that live across the street came over.

Y’all rode bikes and scooters up and down the street, drew with chalk on the sidewalk, and somehow got mom to get the bubble machine out.

T, we even turned you loose at one point, running around in our pajamas.

I forget the names of the girls, but they both go to Trinity. One is in second grade and one is in kindergarten.

I think I simply wanted to say that I liked that there were kids on the street y’all could play with.

Running up and down the street with a band of other children is something I remember fondly about living in Florida.

We drank out of garden hoses, had picnics in the shade, and created our own imaginary worlds.

I’m happy you are getting a little bit of the same.

I love you.

-Dad