Cole and I went shopping at Walmart. As we walked toward the door, I saw her. She was obviously in poor health.
The front door of our church doesn't have a doorknob. Instead, it has a handle with a small thumb latch above it. To open the door, you have to depress the thumb latch until it clicks and pull. That's all. Easy, right?
I love to grill. Hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks, chicken, fish - if I could grill soup, I probably would.
We all make mistakes, don't we?
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."
For the past few days, Chloe's been rude. She's been moody. She's been downright angry.
They play it with towels, shirts, pants and blankets. They play it with just about anything they can get their hands on. I think that's why the dog has started hiding under the bed.
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