A little more than 10 years ago, I wrote my first "Eyes of the Father" column.
As a father, I thought I would have dealt with a certain issue by now.
I was at home one afternoon, when Amy came in with Chloe and Cole.
We were at a restaurant when I saw a mother pulling her baby out of a high chair. The baby had some food on the back of her leg, but the mother hadn't noticed.
One Christmas we gathered at my parents' house for the seasonal festivities.
The ornament was beautiful.
Cole has been correcting me lately.
We stopped at a store and went inside to do some shopping. While there, Chloe and Cole found something they wanted. I took their choices to the cashier and paid for them.
One day Chloe was with me at the store, and she asked me to buy her a chapter book.
We laid down for naps one Saturday afternoon.
I came home and pulled into the driveway. As I exited the truck, I heard Chloe's angelic voice from the other side of the backyard fence. "Hey, Daddy!"
March 2, 2012, was the day that changed Indiana mom Stephanie Decker's life forever.
Cole has gotten to the point where he wants to tell me the endings of movies and television shows.
One sunny afternoon this past summer, we all went on a family excursion to the ball park.
Sometimes I honestly have to wonder what goes through my son's head.
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