This morning Christine took the three girls to the Paramount for a play leaving Obie and me to enjoy some time to ourselves. Unfortunately, this has not been father-son bonding time. I have been aggressively multi-tasking. Obie has been multi-obstructing or, even, multi-sabotaging.
But here's the miracle of the thing (praise God for having made even our hearts so fearfully and wonderfully well) my love for him yet increases, my fondness swells to heart-wrenching levels.
Nothing else might get done, but my love at least grows.
2 comments:
You are such a good Papa . . . sappy too!
You are a good Papa. I get more angry than adoring in these circumstances.
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