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Dada I Love you

Playing on the floor with his cars. Make-believe racing.

piggy back rides and horse back rides. Playing with his blocks.

Playing with his games that he makes up the rules as we go along.

We eat lunch peanut butter and jelly, its all over his face and hands.

Right when he finishes, he looks up at me and says “ I love you Dada ” and gives me a hug and a smile.

Of Course his hands are all a mess and sticky. The mess is the love he gives me.

A fathers endless love for his  two year old. I am sure those are the memories I will have when he gets older.