Father's Day
I wish everybody could hear the sounds that come from our house, nearly every week day as my husband gets home from work. I also wish everyone could experience that type of fanfare. It's gotta make a guy feel good.
The house is flooded with the sounds of children playing, and a toddler yelling for his dinner. As I cook dinner, the dogs lounge lazily nearby. Between the shouting, laughter, and screaming we hear it. The familiar tick tick tick tick tick of a bicycle being brought in through the side door. The dogs are jolted from their slumber and quickly raise their heads. Somewhere a child shouts "DADDY!!" Suddenly the dogs are on foot, trampling down the hall, and the children come running from all directions heading towards the side door. Amid all the barking and running and shouting "DADDY! DADDY!" I hear the door slam close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He can barely ascend the last step before he is attacked. The dogs are running circles around him, barking and howling their praises, the children attach themselves like leaches, nearly enveloping his entire body. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, I think. He's home. I am exhausted and blissful at the same time. It is a loud and chaotic chorus as the kids continue to shriek and squeal and tell him all the things they have waited all day to tell him, and the dogs slowly settle down. I shake my head and smile because I know they think he hung the moon. And so do I.
The house is flooded with the sounds of children playing, and a toddler yelling for his dinner. As I cook dinner, the dogs lounge lazily nearby. Between the shouting, laughter, and screaming we hear it. The familiar tick tick tick tick tick of a bicycle being brought in through the side door. The dogs are jolted from their slumber and quickly raise their heads. Somewhere a child shouts "DADDY!!" Suddenly the dogs are on foot, trampling down the hall, and the children come running from all directions heading towards the side door. Amid all the barking and running and shouting "DADDY! DADDY!" I hear the door slam close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He can barely ascend the last step before he is attacked. The dogs are running circles around him, barking and howling their praises, the children attach themselves like leaches, nearly enveloping his entire body. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, I think. He's home. I am exhausted and blissful at the same time. It is a loud and chaotic chorus as the kids continue to shriek and squeal and tell him all the things they have waited all day to tell him, and the dogs slowly settle down. I shake my head and smile because I know they think he hung the moon. And so do I.
...and so do I.
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