Well after 10pm on Tuesday night, I came home from teaching Lamaze class to a quiet household. Kids were asleep. Andrew who, truthfully could have used the sleep, was still up, pounding away at his computer, finishing off a few items from his eternal work-related To Do list.
As I’m apt to do, upon setting down my computer bag, I visually swept over the household, inventorying the level of cleanliness and what would need to be tended to the next morning.
That’s when I saw it: the poem our six-year-old daughter wrote for her daddy. ~
I love you Dad.
If you could be love.
Daddy, would you be mine?
Now, if that doesn’t melt your heart…