It's funny how, as the children grow, they change ever so slightly. Of course they get big, and they mature, and do a much better job of organizing themselves and following directions. But there are also other little things too. Case in point: Our girls have decided that it's nice to tell their father that they love him. They say it often. Almost as often as their parents say it to them. But Amalia, in particular, insists on saying it everywhere. Sometimes she'll run up for no apparent reason and says "I love you soooo much, daddy!" Of course, daddy melts. But then there are moments when might seem like a stretch, and it is some of those that create the biggest impression. The other night, in the middle of the night, daddy was making sure all the doors were locked and lights off. The house was mostly dark and as he walked around he turned the lights off. From the living room, to front door, to the hallway, to the staircase and into the upper hallway, the darkness followed him. He did the customary ritual of walking into the girls bedrooms to just give them a little kiss, wish them sweet dreams and tell them he loves them. As he walked up to Amalia she was sleeping soundly. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, only to hear a wisper come from her lips... "I love you soooo much, daddy". He melted, watched her sleep, took in the calm beauty that is one's daughter, filled his soul with love and pride and satisfaction, turned off the light and headed to bed. Little things mean a lot. Even in the dead of night.
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