"Must sleep...Why do I stay up so late?" - I unconsciously typed onto my Twitter account. My eleven followers probably needed the reassurance I still had brain function after a few hours of random web searching and procrastination.
I shut down the computer and set aside my headphones. Bed had been ringing and I decided to return the calls.
Entering the room I see my wife of nearly five years peacefully resting. Her gentle form nestled under layers of blankets. It was a bit cold in the house, but only because I had forgotten to turn the heater back on.
Only in Arizona is one afforded such a luxury as a cold house being a mere 73 degrees Fahrenheit.
I tossed my shirt to the floor in preparation for slumber (Trust me, in my mind I looked sexy doing it). Next to the bed are a few covers neatly folded atop my bare pillows. Laundry day strikes again bringing more labor before sleep.
That thought became more true as I heard crying through a nearby baby monitor. My three year old daughter needed help. Like the ever diligent and loving husband I was, I turned to my resting wife whose sixth sense for the slightest child originating sound seemed to have malfunctioned, and narrowly resisted the urge to wake her to take care of our offspring. I needed brownie points after all!
I quickly went to my daughter's need prepared for the absolute worst. Opening her bedroom's door I discovered her standing tippy toes on her step stool looking out the window into the night. Her little pink pajamas made the scene all the sweeter (All of you fathers out there know what I mean).
She jumped back startled as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar (That's another story). Immediately she mumbled out "Need go potty." Of which I found simply adorable considering her step stool doubled as her training potty.
Remind your family how much you love them today.
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