My favorite childhood memory is being carried to bed by my daddy. There can't be anything better than being sleepy, warm, four years old, and wrapped up in Daddy's arms. Except perhaps having my own baby girl wrapped in my arms.
I always wanted a snuggly baby--I didn't get one. God saw fit to give my a tornado. Her favorite pass-times include pulling things off tables and throwing them on the floor, and climbing Colby like a mountain (he takes this abuse silently and patiently). She likes to eat things off the floor and even drew blood by scratching her father in the face yesterday. I have no problem chasing her from one end of the house to the other. I enjoy her endless energy.
However, I love when seven o'clock rolls around and night time bottle is over. It means that Keagan is a sleepy girl. This is the only time of day that I can hold her without her trying to escape. I can kiss her little mouth without her biting my nose, and pet her head without her grabbing my hand. She's peaceful and quiet. As she finally drifts off, I am filled with peace and everything else kinda fades away.
Those were my favorite times as a Daddy as well! I know I worked too much when you were young and that is my biggest regret in life!! I missed SO much! Please know that Im sorry for not always being there but I thought I was doing the right thing at the time by letting your Mom stay home. If I could do it over I would! I love you and Miss K with all my heart!!!
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