Dungeon Marks
Made To Laugh
H, forever ago now.
Maybe a month ago?
You said something and I jotted it down and then almost forgot about it.
It made me so happy about life and about you that I am glad I found it.
See, I was snuggling you and tickling you and we were both laughing right before bedtime. You would laugh so hard and just beg me to stop tickling you. As soon as I did you were asking me to tickle you again.
During one breathless reprieve you giggling said:
I was made to laugh.
Ha! Yes, you were. And you light up the room when you do.
I’m so glad I got a front row seat to watch it.
I love you.
-Dad
My Dada
K, you have started a jealousy in our house.
See, you wait until H is within earshot and you come up and sweetly sit in my lap.
Then you wait and make eye contact with H.
And then you hug me tight and say:
My daddy.
Of course, H is nearly forced to come over and compete.
Soon, both of you are on me. You both hug me and flop around trying to get a better position while arguing:
My daddy.
No, MY daddy.
No! He’s My daddy…
This all began some time ago, back when you would say “My dada.”
Ya’ll are perfect and wonderful. And can fight over me any old time.
My girls.
I love you.
-Dad