K, you were an absolute spitfire of joy today.
I cannot point to it exactly, but it was there.
It was there somewhere between you demanding to wear a leotard while watching cartoons before school, hugging my neck as I dropped you off, refusing to get your hair wet in the shower tonight, and the way you giggled with me during storytime (again in your leotard).
I love you in every way.
I love you.
-Dad
H and K, you both got new beds today.
No more sleeping together on Mom’s old double bed for y’all!
Honestly, I’m amazed how much we got done today.
I was hoping to get one bed up.
But we got all your toys out, the brown toy cabinet out, and both beds setup and ready to go.
H, you were a huge help while we worked and pleased to be pitching in (excited to get your own bed, I think). K, you played happily and eagerly watched as we made progress.
(And now we have a million things pulled from your room sitting in the dining room that needs to be gone through. But that’s another story.)
You girls were so wound up after we finished you played cheerfully the rest of the afternoon in your revamped and cleaned out room.
We even ended the night by playing hide-and-seek about a million times before bed.
Your room is still airing out from the new mattress smell – so y’all are spending the weekend on an air mattress in our room.
That’s fine by me.
I’m tired and need an Advil and a shower.
I love you.
-Dad
K, I love it when I talk about T around you.
First of all, your eyes light up with a certain softness for your younger sister.
And second, you often call her by her first and middle name at the same time.
You call her “T James.”
The way your three-year-old voice cracks when you say it, the way that you tenderly continue to say it incorrectly, and the fact that the perfect rhythm of this time only lasts for a glimmer, makes me just want to sit in awe at the magical beauty of this life.
I love you.
-Dad