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.