our bright light

Long gone are the sunny, swarthy days of luxurious long weekends, with extra sleep-ins, books, blankets, and loungewear. Now its pj's, sippy cups, pablum, diapers and fatigue. Mixed with sticky fingers, licky kisses, playing in the dirt, neck snuggles, baby-scented hair and sacred story time, I think its obvious which I truly prefer. Seeing spring and summer unfold outside in the warm air, through the eyes of a toddler, is truly magic.
Dirty, but magic.

1 Comments:
You've got it right, Pal. Precious moments. Wish I could start all over again, and I'm still loving being a Dad, and now a Papa...
xodad/papa
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