H, you touched my feelers tonight.

I don’t know if it was my disposition, the week I had, or somewhere in between.

Anyway. It was late. Everyone was getting ready for bed.

And I had plopped down in the living room recliner and was zoned out staring at my phone.

You walked past me headed toward your room.

When you came up behind me though you slowed down. You put one hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me on the top of my head.

I was stunned (for some reason?) and started to tear up!

Gosh, what is wrong with me…

Thank you for loving me.

I love you doosie.

-Dad

H, you touched my feelers good a while back.

See, I went to snuggle you awake.

Snuggle you awake = snuggling, hugging, and talking to you to wake you up.

It beats all that abrupt nonsense in the morning.

Anyway, I snuggled you awake, we got dressed, and off we all went to school and work.

Well, fast forward to dinnertime.

We started around the table with our questions.

What was the best part of your day? What was the hardest part of your day? Etc.

You said the best part of your day was when I snuggled you awake!

Me too, honestly.

I love you.

-Dad

H, you cried when I dropped you off at school today.

See, you put three hair bands in your pony tail instead of one this morning.

The result was your ponytail was stiff and had a little bit of a bounce to it.

Of course some boy in your class pointed it out to everyone as soon as we arrived.

You ran to me and cried.

K and I loved and hugged you for a minute there in the hallway.

I told you that you could take some of the extra ties out of your hair if you wanted – or you could just not care about what anyone thought and enjoy your day.

Your teacher stepped in about that time too.

And guess what?

You chose to leave your hair as is.

I am so proud of you.

I love you.

-Dad