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I remember Friday nights, getting off of work and going to have fun. I remember being single, too, but it's all sort of a distant memory now. Friday nights are home group nights or getting kids bathed and ready for bed. It's a night for taking sheets from the dryer and making beds and folding clothes.
Don't think for one moment I would trade bath time for buddy time, even when the three-year old daughter is protesting -- loudly -- at being made to bathe. I would not trade it for anything. My life is so much richer, so much less lonely, and so full of love. It's something I could have never fully understood, even being a son myself. I would never voluntarily give up what I have so richly gained by becoming a father.
Don't think for one moment I would trade bath time for buddy time, even when the three-year old daughter is protesting -- loudly -- at being made to bathe. I would not trade it for anything. My life is so much richer, so much less lonely, and so full of love. It's something I could have never fully understood, even being a son myself. I would never voluntarily give up what I have so richly gained by becoming a father.
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