Monday, June 25, 2018
I've been trying to find the word to describe the moment of thought I had last Sunday.
Deniable? That, too.
Blissful? Oh Yes.
Last week was Father's Day. I called my Dad that morning and told him I loved him and wished he was here. I hugged my sweetheart and was so thankful he is the father of our children. It's always a sweet time at church where Fathers are recognized and given a gift. When it was time for all the men to stand up, I noticed my son was standing as well. Of course he was. Liberty is 6 months old! But, it was one of those Surreal and Blissful sort of moments. My son is a father! He's a man that has a family that he takes care of. He has a little girl that her eyes light up when she sees him and then she watches him and kicks her chubby little legs in excitement when he walks her way. He's a Dad. And he's a great one, too.
Lots of moments like these lately have been happening. I think it's part of being a parent of an adult. It's Surreal, Unreal, Deniable, and Blissful all wrapped up in one. No wonder I'm a mess! ;o)