Over the course of his 6 years and 2 months on earth, there haven't been many instances where the words "Rakes" and "made me tear up" haven't involved urine, permanent markers, and knives.
Today, 2 things happened that reminded me of how awesome it is to be a Dad and how much I love my little boy.
First thing was at lunch, when Ange related the following story from yesterday. She was taking all three kids to the grocery store (a feat I haven't yet dared to attempt) and the conversation was about what Ciera was going to do when she "grew up". While she was relating how she would someday be "America's Top Model" Rakes jumped in with the following.
"I would really miss my Dad so I'm gonna go to work with him at (Shameless plug Warning) Dave's Discount Furniture Warehouse so I can be with him EVERY day!"
Secondly, I was minding my own business and laying on the couch watching the football game when he walked in the living room, climbed up on the couch, put his head on my chest, and proceeded to take a 1 hour nap cuddled up next to me without any request from me.
And he didn't kick me in the gibleys one single time.
Mark Twain once said "It's the little things that matter". (Full disclosure? I pulled that out of my rear end. It could have been Twain, Vince Lombardi, or Lorena Bobbitt for all I know.)
I just know that today was a good day to be the Red Sox Dad.
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