Thursday, July 29, 2010

Reality Check

Nothing gives a weary soul a pickup like mentioning to Sean that we might be going to a friends house tomorrow. It wasn't just that news - oh that was good - but it was his reaction: jumping up excitedly and breaking into dance.

This dance...with me doing it also.

We did every step - from memory.

We both laughed and began to wrestle a little. Then, without any provocation, he said, "I love you, Daddy."

Screw the small stuff that I so stupidly sweat at times (don't ask, but I'm my own worst enemy quite often). My boy was telling me he loved me, and there was nothing fake about it. It was a loose, happy, fun moment.

It was priceless.

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