Home again.

No, I didn't go on a trip, and now I'm home. I wish that were the case! I'm sick. My head feels like it's going to explode, and I keep having to blow my nose, but it doesn't make anything better. Urgh.

At least I'm home with the kids! I love hanging out with them- Today it's rainy enough to prevent us from going out, but we're going to build a fort, and have a really cool
"In House" picnic in the living room later, so it won't be a total loss.

I miss the days when if you were sick, someome took care of you. That would be nice today. I know- I'm a grown man, and that sounds silly, but there's something to be said for having that happen every now and then. I know I'll need to wait until the kids are out of the house and it's just the wife and I here. In the mean time, I'll make some soup and bring it to the livingroom picnic. Sipping soup out of a coffee mug, in a fort with twin two year-olds and a 5 year old is it's own kind of special medicine!

Right? We'll see...sniffle...sneeze

Dr. Dad

I'm home with three of my four daughters today. There are few thing more sad to look at than your kids when they're sick. You want to trade places with them, and you want it to be over. The doctors said that they all have a virus, and it's causing the stuffy noses, soar throats, temperatures and cough. All we can do, is care for them and wait. Secretly, I was hoping it was something like strep, so they could be given medicine that would put a quick end to how they're feeling, but it isn't so.

So, it's a day of toast, soup, lots of juice, and Barbie movies. Not so bad I guess. They're on the mend, and I get a day at home with some of my angels all to myself.

An epiphany

This past Saturday, my four daughters I and were in a wedding. I, the best man, and my angels flower girls. My wife and I have been married for eight years now, and it had been that many years since I'd watched someone who I love very much walk down the aisle toward me.

As my seven, four, and twin two year old daughters walked toward me in delicate gowns, in radiant sunlight, I was overcome with joy and pride in who they'd become. I could not stop the tears as they rolled down my cheeks. My blessings in children had never been portrayed so beautifully, and I was, with all my being, in awe.