I was responding to a friend tonight and wrote about being a parent. Re-reading it, wow, this sounded like Wilson the philosopher, circa 1993, back when I was “deep” and could still write, or had the time to, or cared to. I miss writing. At any rate, I thought I’d toss it out on the blog.
My kids are making me gray(er) fast(er)! Ridiculous. They’re beautiful and precious, and at times devious and unenjoyable. Ah, the ups and downs of parenting. It’s crazy. But at night, when I tuck them in, and the world is silent, I know that being a dad, their dad, is exactly right. The world has order and meaning. Whispers of “good night, Papi, I love you” affirm this to me.
My wonderful grandbabies are blessed because they have you as their “papi”. Melodia is a blessed woman because God gave you to her as husband, and for that we are so grateful to the Lord. Our daughter is loved by a man that is a great father to her children, and for that we are blessed.
Truly love you Lonni!