K, I call you “Little Business” sometimes too.
In case I ever stop doing it, I wanted it written down and documented here, just so you have it.
I have no idea where it even came from.
So there is duck. And little business.
Oh, and biscuit.
I call you “My Little Biscuit” sometimes as well.
Maybe because I just want to eat you up?
Nicknames are becoming a little out of control around our house, I will admit.
You stop growing up and stay my little baby forever.
My little business.
I love you.
–Dad
I have a duck and a goose.
In case I don’t call either of you that forever, I just wanted to document it here.
H, we call you a “goose” quite a bit.
K, we call you a “duck.”
For some reason, both have stuck, at least for now.
Does any nickname really stick over the long-term?
Anyway.
You are the best.
I am so proud of both of you.
I answer as Jacob did.
Genesis 3:5:
And he lifted his eyes and saw the women and children, and said, “Who are these with you?”
So he said, “The children whom God has graciously given your servant.’
I love you.
–Dad
It has been a long week.
I alluded to this when I said mom had gone to work before school started.
The short of it is that mom has been out of town all week for training.
She is driving back and forth everyday.
But it has been a tax on everyone.
She is getting up earlier that usual, spending four hours a day in the car, and getting home late.
I am waking you up, getting both of y’all ready for school, picking you up after school, and feeding you dinner.
You kids?
Your love-tanks are empty.
You both miss your mama.
You light up when she gets home.
Not only do you light up, you basically want to have a party when you see her at the end of the day.
This is around bedtime.
And this means we all go to sleep late.
Everyone is exhausted.
Come on Saturday.
I love you.
–Dad