The Best Daddy
Since Mom’s basically totally out of commission, Dad’s been on SuperDad duty.
He’s been incredible and I’m beyond grateful for his servant heart and patience, but even SuperDads succumb to the necessary catnap once in a while.
With two kids coughing so hard they throw up at night and a wife who’s both pregnant and hardly walking, I’ve asked a lot of him lately.
(Slowly getting better)
But he does it happily and what a blessing he is to this family. And so, though it’s maybe the worst timing possible, we spent some of yesterday’s afternoon preparing Dad for his big hunting trip in Georgia this weekend, in an effort to thank him for all he does. We made him pumpkin bread (don’t worry, Ella Mae only coughed in his bread once), and coffee cake, and even a breakfast casserole.
And then while I rested up and iced my foot, that big smiling man made us all supper. And it was good too. Love him so much. We’re gonna miss you Daddy.
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