Good post. I get to pick up the 38 pounds that give me a reason to keep going on in about an hour.
Whenever I pick her up, I seem to think of this board... the things I say, the stories I tell. I wish they could all see what I will in an hour. I have no idea what it will be today, but the things she says and the faces she makes our priceless.
Bare minimum, I'll have her smiling face and a lot of 'Daddy?' 'Yeah Swayzie.' 'I love you so much.'
Always puts a smile on my face... and when I see children when I'm out and about, they make me think of her, and again, I smile.
Although she says 'I'll be 5 forever' all the time, I know I couldn't be that lucky. I just enjoy her the best I can while she is. One day, I won't be able to pick her up from school anymore. One day I won't be able to play house under the pool table with her. One day I won't be able to have her jump on my back when I do push-ups when we are just sitting around 'playing house.'
She's made a different man of me for sure. Though, she does remind me a lot of playing with my little sister when I was younger. And when it does, again, I can't help but smile.
Thanks for the post fist. Made me really appreciate what I get to do for the next 72 hours or so.
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