I can hear it in their voices when they call your name.
I can feel it in the energy when they run to greet you when you come home.
Whether it’s traipsing through cold fields looking for a Christmas tree
or sledding through deep snows on frigid days.
Whether it’s dressing up for birthday parties and being slain by valiant knights.
Whether it’s playing basketball with Ash, comforting a wounded Bear,
or teaching Bella how to hit a ball.
Whether it’s soccer games in the backyard or camping trips with our Boy Scout.
Whether it’s planning your next move in football or mowing the lawn for hours.
Whether it’s snuggling a little girl or rocking her to sleep with a book.
Whatever it is.
I see it in everything you do with them.
All that love.
There is nothing more wonderful for a man than to know as he approaches his own doorstep that someone on the other side of that door is listening for the sound of his footsteps. (~Ronald Reagan)
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