as i'm typing this, my daughter is putting diaper rash cream on her face. the party never ends, it seems.
back to my original point...
i never thought i could feel so vulnerable as i do when something bad happens to my kids - sickness, cuts and bruises, etc. i am fiercely protective of them, probably more than i should be. but i can't help it.
thursday was my daughter's 2nd birthday. i melt when she smiles or when she says "i love you, daddy". my son is almost 6 and is entering the stage where it's not cool to give his dad a kiss anymore. it makes me sad, but i was there once so i understand. he's playing soccer, baseball and is in swimming.
every day i have with them is a gift from God. there's nothing i wouldn't do to protect them.
i wish my friends without children knew what they were missing.