Kids are A LOT of work. They do not understand lmitis even after teaching them 300 times. They are messy, loud, and sometimes very, very stinky.I brought my daughter, Evelyn, to the redesigned "Chutes and Ladders" park in Bloomington, Minnesota. She loved climbing and running with the older kids that were there. She got separated from the pack she was running with and could not find her way out of the labyrinth of netting that is this park. She began to cry (a father can always pick out their child's cry.) Then she began to wail. Then she started screaming "Daddy! Daddy!"I, with my hot pink cast on my broken right foot, began racing through the play area at the first crescendo from a cry to a wail.I had her in my sights, but she had not yet spotted me. When Evelyn finally caught sight of me through the various ropes and nets, she began running as fast as her little two-year-old legs could take her.She literally jumped into my arms from a platform that was above me, and clutched on with all her strength. With her sobbing into my shoulder, I spoke softly into my daughter's ear, "You're ok; Daddy's got you. You're ok." I can't begin to describe the emotions I felt at that moment. I can say that now I truly feel like I am a daddy.It is worth everything you must give and give up to change the "if" to "when"; and then change "when" to "am"."knusgct"

by Amir 02:05:43 AM 2013.01.28