It’s my first week back to work and already
the best time of day is when I walk through the door and see my daughter. She may be crying, smiling or filling her
diaper but it doesn’t matter. My day is made.
I had
always imagined myself being a dad. I
imagined myself doing all the fatherly things a father might do. But now that I actually am a father, it is so
much better than I ever could have imagined. And this is simply from the act of coming home at the end of the day.
But that won’t keep me from being an ass as
seen in this video:
Yes, I realize she’s an
individual already fraught with emotions and desires of her own. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t
manipulate her like a puppet or plaything for my own enjoyment. At least until she starts driving or
something.
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