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