This guy does...
Which means that this little tiny lady will grow up knowing her daddy, instead of having him be some guy who makes the money while mommy runs the house and raises the kids...
We'll take more time to do fun things that grow us together as a family unit, bound by both blood and by common experience and life-sharing. This will probably involve some fishing gear...
...and a red chair beside a fishing pole...
...ten tiny toes that wriggle in the shade under a tree...
...and twenty other toes that used to be tiny, but are all grown up now...
As I sat looking over the lake in Forest Park, I could see the hospital across the road that used to claim most of my husband's time and attention.
I'm glad that it's not our focus these days.
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