Just take the pain...

The Dudes have a new favorite "Daddy Game". It involves me mistakenly laying down on my back and them jumping on my stomach and chest like I'm a trampoline. It would be cool, except that Jake weighs upwards of 40lbs now, and Brady is pushing 30lbs. So yeah, 70lbs on my torso kinda hinders my respiratory process a little. The sick thing is, I just let them do it, as long as they want to. Bruises be darned, I know my place in life and it's to entertain these two gents. So long as my body holds up...

Just another day...

Get up, barely. Brush my teeth. Get dressed. Stumble out the door. Drive. Kill bugs. Drive. Catch a rat. Drive. Eat lunch. Drive. Kill some ants. Drive. This is what I do. This is not who I am.

Come home. Hug my boys. Ask about their day. Read books. Kiss their mother when she comes in. Eat supper as a family. Tell silly stories at the table. Laugh at Brady's weird faces. Marvel at Jake's detailed stories and Brady's attempts to parrot them. After bath, it's cuddle and story time. Goodnight kisses. Brady gets the three way smoocheroo on the head and "I loves you's" all around. Tell Jake a funny story and tuck him in tight and tell him I love him. He returns the favor. Kiss my wife and tell her I love her before I sleep. My heart is full. This, is who I am.