A few days ago we were driving along in the truck. From the back seat, I heard Chloe and Cole arguing.
Today I think I learned the true meaning of the phrase, "Out of the frying pan and into the fire."
One weekend day, we drove down to my parents' house in my hometown. While we were there, Cole and I took a walk through the neighborhood.
Loving fathers make time for their childrenThe other day Cole asked me, "Daddy, will you play with me?"
I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was 10 years old, and I'd gone to the grocery store with my mother. Not wanting to trail along through the store, I sat on a bench just inside the store's entrance and waited for her to complete her shopping.
I've noticed lately that Chloe has a tendency to take some of her things, put them in a box, wrap them in a blanket, and either hide them under her pillow, or tuck them all around her underneath the bed sheets. I come into her room to kiss her goodnight, and I see all these mysterious lumps under the covers!
I am a 41-year-old adult. I have a wife, a family, a career. I'm strong, confident and capable. While I don't hunt, I do engage in other manly activities such as watching sports, fixing things around the house and hogging the remote control.
I remember going to a birthday party when I was a child. It was for my friend William. William and I were in the same homeroom class, and we always played together at recess. He was my best friend.
One day Chloe and I were watching TV together. I was sitting on one end of the couch, and she was lying against me, snuggled up under my arm. At some point I looked down at her and said, "I love you."
Chloe was sitting in the living room one day, trying to put together a puzzle. I watched her as she'd pick up a piece, try to place it into the pieces she'd already put together and not be able to make it fit.
I had to plant some trees in the yard. Before going out to do it, I asked Cole if he'd like to help me. He jumped up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was more than happy to "assist."
I'm not much of a TV watcher. So when I take the time to sit down and watch a TV show, I want to be able to see it.
I keep a small bottle of mouthwash in my truck. One night, Cole was riding in the truck with me and decided to check out his surroundings. He looked at the newspaper I had sitting on the seat. He scrutinized a CD case. Then he reached over and picked up the bottle of mouthwash.
At the church I used to pastor, we had a parlor off the foyer. Each Sunday morning, Chloe and Cole would go into the parlor and explore the small room.
A few weeks ago, Amy's parents and 13-year-old niece (Emma) came for a visit. Thirteen! I remember when she was born! I also remember a specific event from when she was 2.
A few days ago, Amy brought home two copies of the same children's magazine for Chloe and Cole.
One day while we were at one of Cole's soccer games, a bee stung Chloe on her cheek.
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