The Sweetest Kiss

There is a lot going on here at the Shack. Things are a moving and a shaking and I am rather irritable. Ok, that is an understatement I am feeling more than cranky and more ornery than normal.

Last night I played a solid hour of full court basketball. When I dragged my tired ass off of the court I was dog tired. The sweat was gushing off of me and my lungs ached, but I felt good. There is something so cathartic about working up a good sweat.

Tonight I spent another solid ten minutes working out on my heavy bag. It felt good. I made that bag scream and for a few minutes my anger was assuaged.

A short time later I remembered again and the anger returned. As I sat stewing on the couch my daughter toddled over to me and climbed into my lab.

As I looked at her she smiled and used my lip as a handrail to pull herself into a standing position. Needless to say I wasn’t thrilled with being able to use my lower lip as a hood, but she surprised me by giving me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and saying “I love you da da” and with that my mood broke.

It is a good thing that she didn’t ask for a credit card because I would have gladly given it to her.

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5 Comments

  1. Jack's Shack January 6, 2006 at 6:24 am

    Z,

    It is nice, isn’t it.

    JB,

    🙂

  2. Jewish Blogmeister January 6, 2006 at 12:02 am

    I’m kvelling:)

  3. Z January 5, 2006 at 4:09 pm

    All Evan has to say to me is “I love you Ima” out of nowhere and whatever he wants, he’ll usually get 🙂

  4. Jack's Shack January 5, 2006 at 2:06 pm

    Yes, they do.

  5. bornfool January 5, 2006 at 1:57 pm

    Daughters can always do that to a father. They learn it at an early age, too, don’t they?

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