Category Archives: H

The President

The President

H, today you asked if we were going to big church.

When mom told you yes, you wanted clarification and asked if we were going to the contemporary service (in The Venue) or the traditional service in the “big place.”

We laughed, knowing what you meant.

You said:

Good. I like hearing the President talk about Jesus and tell funny stories.

Well – I mean – I don’t know that you are all that far off.

They both usually wear suits and red ties. 

Ha!

I love you.

-Dad

Night Netflix

Night Netflix

H, tonight we watched some late night Netflix together.

See, mom and I tucked you in around 8:30, as usual.

Fifteen minutes later, after mom and I had gotten our dinner ready and were eating in bed – watching Jim Gaffigan’s new stand-up special – you came strolling back into our bedroom like it was noon on a Saturday.

You had a smile on your face and crawled up in the bed to sit with us.

After sampling some of our food, I changed the channel at your request, and we all watched The Great British Baking Show.

We even shared a small bowl of ice cream while we watched.

You asked if you could stay and sleep on a homemade pallet in the corner of our room.

Of course, we let you.

You were probably down again by 9:30.

Honestly, you can steal some of our personal time again, if you want to.

I love you.

-Dad

Wound Up

Wound Up

Wow, you girls were wound up tonight.

Work and school both had delayed starts today because of all the snow so it was kind of an odd day.

But Pop and Gammies came over for dinner, and that was apparently the only excuse Y’all needed to cut loose.

They brought Fazoli’s with them and we ate at the table like usual. 

K, you even wanted to say grace after H had said it – and of course we let you.

After dinner you both went wild.

Y’all were singing and screaming and dancing and talking non-stop.

To be fair, we had just been stuck in the house for two days, and it had been a while since you had seen your grandparents.

Even with the chaos, I still love the impromptu concerts, the pitter-patter of little feet in the house, and two little girls meowing at my feet pretending to be little kittens.

I love you, desperately.

-Dad