Being A Father

I love playing chess with Canaan. I love teaching him baseball. I love playing Wii with him, and watching movies. I love it when he helps me in the garden. I love listening to him practice piano. Most of all, I love it when we sit and talk about all the above, as well as the difference between black holes and worm holes.

I love looking in Magnolia's eyes. I love her overly sensitive nature. I love pretending to "talk" with her dolls. I love dancing with her. I love her love for music, and her love for Beyonce. :) I love her innocence and naivety. I love her desire to appreciate what others value. I love that she loves good and healthy food. I love her desire to be alive.

I love Francis' energy. His smile. His laugh. His infinite desire to be independent, but also his infinite desire to obey and assist his parents and siblings. I love his embrace. I love watching him grow and learn at a seemingly unprecedented rate. I love that he can never get enough of life and living.

I love baby Marion, cause I figure she will be as insanely different as her eyes have already symbolized.

Being a father is a privilege. I wouldn't trade it for all the individual freedom in the world.