He Made It A Good Day

He doesn't know that I am miserable.  He doesn't know how hard it is for me.  He has no idea how much of a struggle it is each day.

And I will hide it from him until he is old enough to understand and process it.

But something I will not keep locked away is how happy and proud he makes me.

Five little words came from his mouth last night in the form of a question and it just made me smile.

"How was your day Daddy?"

That's it.  Just as easy as that. It was so care free yet he had such a loving look about him. So I gave him a high five, looked at him and said....

"It was a good day"

Was it really a good day? 

At 9:30pm on Tuesday night, C1 just made it a good day.

Kiss The Baby