Dose it get any better than....

[sandmannd]

My three year old came downstairs tonight and wanted to sit with me. I was working on a website at the time, but you have to make time for your little midgets while they still want to be with you. I picked her up and she wanted to put a pillow on my sholder and cover up with my quilt. Then she looked at me, reached up gave me a huge hug, then a kiss and said "I love you Daddy". Five minutes later she was sleeping and snoring on my. I let her sleep like that for twenty minutes.

To me, not much of a better feeling in the world than that.

I'm pretty blessed to recieve a wonderful baby girl three years ago through the powers of Addoption. I equally as bless to have received our older daughter (turning 12 on Wednesday) through Adoption. It's just a wonderful experience.

I can't imagine biological or addoptive a better feeling than the love you receive from your child or children.

[Jdrummer]

My son  (who is just over 26 months old ) makes me feel really good around bed time when he gets really cuddley! he knows alot of words but still working on sentences.

[dakids]

It can get better!!!!   My kids all love to go fishing and hunting with me.  They even ask to go before I plan to go.  It is truely a blessing. 

I have never said no to fishing with the kids because I know someday they will grow up and want to spend more time with their friends than dad. 

[Jdrummer]

My babies momma says I fish too much ! (once a week)  She asked me when evan gets older is he gunna want to fish all the time? I said , ooh ya ! she was not very happy 

[trout whisperer]

for the dad you'll grow to be........

The little owl
I don’t know what tomorrow is gonna bring, but I know what tonight is settling in like. Venus is glowing in the northwestern edge of tonight’s skyline.  It’s an eye catcher I’ve become comfortable with on clear starry nights. I have watched it slide out of the fingernail moons cusp over the last three weeks and its doing fine all by it self. So am I.

From behind my pole shed and from a completely opposite side of my darkened yard comes the call of a saw whet owl. Its beeping back-up horn woodland query button is stuck. That bird is pouring it on tonight.  It’s trying to find its nest mate, set up shop and raise some eggs. I hope it happens. 

I heard once that a good parent works themselves out of a job. I must be up for parent of the year, or it’s just my turn to feel this empty nest syndrome.  I stand here tonight missing so much of what a little girl is, is becoming, and was. As dad, I see that brand new pink faced little diaper filler, a smiley white sweatered first grader and in less than a blink she’s off conquering the grown up world. Which I’m supposed to be prepared for at my age, Im not.  She’s grown up, and I’m forced to do some more growin. My fledgling fledged.

I live alone now. At times now I’m learning “the quiet”, but I never get to feeling lonely. And as I stand here, I don’t think I worked myself out of a job. Dads don’t punch out on the fatherly time clock of life, we just stay on overtime.

This night has lured or called me out of my log pile I call home and the dark wants to have its day, so to speak, but it aint gonna win tonight. It cant, she has filled my life with so many memories, so  I just gaze out and peer inside me, while I  listen to the owl hoot its goofy come here toot.

There is this longing in its melancholy I know to be “her” gone. Absent, away and apart.
We write letters. I can hear her voice as I read her words. The last hug she gave me is still about me. It’s a  warmth, this last little girl hug, the distance were physically apart my daughter told me to hang on to. If she only knew how tight a dad can.

The owl has gone quiet. Maybe something’s up in featherville?  I have to go in the house for tonight but I bounce a “good night and “God bless you little darlin” off that shinning Venus. It’s hanging in there, and so am I. the trout whisperer