I make it a point to stop washing dishes when I think about it.

In an effort to keep up with the task, I try to do it daily. But frequently I am given pause.

I think:

I could wash these later. I mean, in 40 years, would I trade 30 minutes of sleep, or reading, or TV time, to go back in time and hold, play, or sit with my girls again when they were three and six?

Of course I would.

So I remind myself of this yet again tonight.

I have girls to be with. And washing dishes can wait.

Forgive me for every time I forgot this.

You are one of the great joys of my life.

I love you.

-Dad