Thursday, June 24, 2010

Waiting for Dad

I remember being a kid and hearing my Dad's truck drive up at the end of the day. 'Dad's home!' I would stop whatever I was doing to race down the hall and out the garage door to greet him. He would kneel down and scoop me me up. A highlight of my day. A highlight of his day. I wonder how he felt like when I stopped running for him. I wonder if it made him sad or if he'd been expecting it. Did my brothers continue the tradition after me? Did they look out the windows and listen for the car noise?

Maxwell and Ella are really into kissing right now. It's pretty adorable. Throughout their day they stop what they're doing to kiss Mike or I, or each other (I know, so weird how I can't figure out how they keep getting each other sick). Yes, sometimes we ask for kisses, but the best kind are initiated by them. I can't imagine what it will feel like when they stop. When they're either too cool or can't be bothered. I guess that's why I'm trying to enjoy all the small stuff. Because I know it won't last forever. Of course it will change, and it should, but for now I love the little ways they make us feel special. The way I made my Dad feel special.

Whenever they hear a car pull up, both babies toddle to the window and look out, 'Da Da? Da Da?'


Maggie May said...

that is seriously cute.

Chicago Mom (Heather) said...

Awwww. Are you kidding me? Precious!! The kissing is really adorable. Enjoy it!

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Judie said...

You bring tears to my eyes when I read your blog. You can put into words things I can only think but can't express. I can still remember waiting for my Dad to come home.
Please start writing a book for all of us to read. And....keep the videos coming:)
Love you