While waiting for the family to arrive at our place for Father's Day brunch, Kesiah and I were hanging in her playroom just goofin' off. When she heard the family arriving, she jumped to action and bolted for the door.
Kesiah: (running for the door) YAY!!!!
She then stops looks at me and with sweet loving eyes. She reaches towards me with her cute little hand...
Kesiah: C'mon daddy. Let's go celebrate Father's Day! I love Father's Day!
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First, I'm not a truck. Second, I'm one of those dads. The kind of dad that can never shut up about their kid. In my defense, I'm not usually bragging about how smart she is or how cute she is or how magically wonderful she is at making everyday a joy and that just by being around her makes one's soul glow and that this kind of elation can change all and usher an era peace never seen before. Although true, I'm usually describing something funny that she has done. Now I'm gonna blog about it.
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