All you kids have done it.

But T, you gave me some morning snuggles this morning that were just to die for.

I was still in that in-between phase where you are not asleep still, but not awake yet either.

Somewhere in the Lala land of dreams and needed response.

I was hugging the pillow and you were loved up on my neck holding me like a baby koala bear.

At four, your little body still feels like a little hot water bottle over my shoulders.

I remember H and K doing the same.

And its all been bliss.

I love you.

-Dad

T, I love dropping you off at school.

Some days it seems like one more thing.

But most days I enjoy the drive and the company in the car.

But there is more.

See, I wanted to tell you that it is one of the bright spots of my day right now.

As I am checking you in, you put up your water bottle under the counter.

Then, while I say good morning to one of your teachers or Ms. Lindsey, you put away your backpack in a cubbie to the far right.

But then as I leave, you always return to the counter, lean over, and give me the best kiss on the lips.

We call them counter kisses.

We even ask each other if we can have a “counter-kiss” if one of us forgets.

We rarely forget.

It’s wonderful, if you want to know the truth.

I love you.

-Dad

T, should I even be documenting this?

I don’t remember when it began.

But at some point, we gave you a roll to eat.

One of those rolls where the outside of the bread is a shade crunchier than the inside.

Well, you got your finger in it, pulled out the soft insides, and told everyone you were eating “earwax.”

This has continued unchecked to the point that you now essentially call all soft bread “earwax.”

So here I am – writing something about earwax bread, questioning how I got here. and reevaluating my priorities. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad