I love you, Daddy
Every week, I take my four-year old son, Daniel, to his favorite place on earth: A big, indoor playground.
He jumps right in with the other kids. Meanwhile, I look up every 30 seconds from my book to make sure he’s having fun and staying safe.
It’s a big place. In fact, that’s what Daniel calls it: “The Big Place.”
It’s also a noisy place. Imagine a few dozen kids screaming and shouting.
This week, as I was reading my book, I heard the faint sound of a familiar voice: “Daddy! Daddy!”
I quickly looked up, scanned the room, and spotted Daniel in one of the clear, plastic bubbles that perches high atop the play structure. He was smiling and waving at me.
I smiled and waved back.
Then he yelled just loud enough that I could hear it through the plastic bubble: “I love you, Daddy!”
Lightning bolt through the heart.
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