Ha! I bet y'all thought this was going to be some sort of preachy, condescending read. Well I'm just full of surprises. With Brenda and the boys on their way to California, I thought I would share a few experiences that were passed on to me through nightly phone conversations after the duty day was done.
Mom Jones' arrival home from work usually meant that dinner would shortly follow for Dylan. One afternoon, mom was a bit late getting home from work (errands, whatever), and Dylan took notice. Heaven knows how he learned this, but he was wandering around the house saying, "Where's my dinner? Where's my dinner?"
Ever since the graduation ceremonies in Texas, Dylan had been pulling the pictures of his Dad off the shelf and asking when he would see daddy. And, of course, the countdown was already on for when our family would be together again. Who could have thought that 2 months would go by so slowly? Just a few days ago at this writing, after dinner was over and he was going through the standard cleanup procedures before de-highchairing, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "DADDY! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Brenda said, "I don't know, where is daddy?"
Dylan thought for a few seconds, and said, "At work. See in 6 days."
Kids are so fantastic! Not a day goes by but that I think about how much my family means to me, and how glad I am that we can all be together forever.
2 comments:
queebs
I know exactly how Dylan feels. The first couple weeks down here at snow, I did the same thing. I'd walk in and say "Where's my dinner?!? Where is it I say!!!??" My roomies threatened to poision my dinner next time I said that, so I'll keep my mouth shut.
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