Daddy doesn't get much time with the kids. It would be easy to resent feeling like I do it mostly on my own. I take them everywhere. Dragging a toddler everywhere I go. Except, I know in my heart he wants to be with us. He isn't working to be away. He's working for them. He wants them to have all the options in the world. And I want the same. This is a Rare and treasured shot of my world. Bedtime is me taking kids up one at a time while Daddy spends time with them. He watches cartoons or sometimes plays hide and seek and huckle buckle beanstalk when he walks through the door, chewing down dinner standing up in a moment so he can have time with his babies. Girls usually fight for a space on his lap and Adam wants to go to bed last so he and Dad can get some man TV in. Right now, it's the Clone Wars on Netflix. There are worse things than a father who works hard so he can give his kids the world and I look at the picture and see his love for them and it melts my heart.
The best times are when everyone can collapse with each other at the end of the day. The relief doesn't last long. But, I'm sure they erase the anxiety for a minute or two now and then.
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