On being a parent

I’ve already had two good fits of joyous crying this holiday weekend and it’s barely Saturday morning.

On Wednesday the three of us (Me, Jenn & Rae) all went to Target. I stopped to peruse the book selection and found “Love You Forever” beckoning me from an end-cap. Just seeing the illustration of the full-grown child reciting the “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always” poem to both his aging mother and his newborn daughter nearly had me doubled over sobbing in the aisles.

For the first time, I knew exactly how that parent felt. I’d throw myself in front of a bus for Raelyn and smile doing it.

Then today, or Friday… Whenever, (It’s well past 1 AM now, so sometime in the last 18 hours) we put up our Christmas tree. Something about the melange of ornaments, Bing, Nat Cole & John Denver songs and my little girl sitting and playing with her toys made me blubber yet again. I had to stop decorating and give my two best girls huge hugs. It felt so good and so right to cry those tears of joy.

I truly lead a blessed life. Maybe THIS is what Thanksgiving is all about. I really feel as though I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

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