Monday was a difficult day. It was the kind of challenging day where no one would question you if you said, “You know what? I just want to check out for a while.” Yeah… like that.
I will spare you the details and just say that after leaving my house at 6:30am, I didn’t get back home until after 7:00pm due to a series of unfortunate events. To let you know how OFF this is, I’m usually home from work before 5:00pm. This allows me to spend time with the kids before they go to bed each night. Well, yesterday was just not that kind of day. I got home and was thoroughly frustrated. I was able to keep those emotions in check enough to be pleasant with my children. I mean, it’s not their fault. But there are times when I fail miserably and my poor children get Cranky Dad instead of Playful Dad.
But yesterday when I got home… after rushing to the bathroom (I’d been holding it for nearly 3 hours)… after changing out of my work clothes… after making sure my wife got out of the house on her way to her weekly Bible study… after getting the kids into the shower… after it all… this beautiful little girl comes up to me, and with the sweetest, most heart-warming voice my ears have ever heard, asked me to read her a story.
And just like that, it all fell away… the frustration, the stress, the anxiety, the exhaustion, the weariness… all gone. I sat there on the couch with this little angel of a girl tucked snuggly under my arm and read her a Berenstain Bears story to her absolute delight… and mine. ❤