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.
Cole and I were together the other day when out of the blue he said, "Don't get your attitude out. You can't be a big boy if you do." One of his teachers had probably said it at school and as a result, Cole learned an important life lesson: control your attitude.
We have a grocery store nearby that makes the best doughnuts I think I've ever tasted. Once every few weeks, I'll take Chloe and Cole to get some doughnuts.
I'm dressed and ready to go, but I can't find my boots. I look for them in the closet, but they aren't there.
A few weeks ago, we got Cole some new shoes. When he put them on, though, he looked like he was unsure whether he liked them or not.
Getting the children to go to sleep each night is often an exercise in frustration. If they can find any excuse - no matter how small - for getting out of bed and prolonging having to go to sleep, they'll use it.
I'll admit that before becoming a father, I had some preconceived notions about what fatherhood would be like. I figured I'd walk in the door after a long day and the kids would run up, yelling and screaming in their excitement to see me.