I was touched, so much. A while back, my three-year-old son and I settled back for his goodnight 1 . We lay down in his little bed and he said, "Daddy, when I get big can I live with you?" I 2 him he could live with me any time he wanted to.
A moment later he said, "When you die you're going to feel 3 on your face and it will be me touching you." Then he promised, "I will kiss you." He moved over, kissing me. I was 4 of tears suddenly welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to explain why I was crying; as I opened my eyes to look at him, he was already 5
I spent some time looking at him, 6 the minute and wondering about the depth of the feeling I'd had. It 7 to me that I didn't remember having much of this kind of gentle time with my father, and that this was a time that would be 8 short-lived. This time of 9 that forms a three-year-old's life, would soon be gone. What will 10 , however, will be the scene of this short while reoccurring in my mind non-stop. It made all of the difficult 11 of being a father worthwhile.
Sometimes, being a committed father can feel like you're 12 the doorkeeper, driver, and cleaner in the house. Then you will have "a 13 ", one like this when your child expresses absolute, pure, and 14 love for you.
When your kids have left home and you look back at these years, all of these will be strung together to 15 the memories of their lives with you.
