A few weeks ago, the four of us were walking out of a store together. The girls were in the double stroller, being pushed by my hubby. It had just been raining all day and if I do recall, it was sprinkling just a bit in that moment. As I picked up my pace to get to my car as quickly as possible, I turned my head to get a glimpse of...
My husband and the girls careening swiftly straight towards a huge puddle. Where he proceeded to push them through it, splashing close to knee deep water everywhere. All the while the girls were laughing and screaming with delight. And of course my husband had a huge grin.
In that moment, as in many fleeting moments, I realized how fortunate my girls are to have such a wonderful father. Because I know damn well, I would never give them such delight, delight of a simple splash in a stroller. I am way to practical for that.
So thank you hubbs, for giving our girls the taste of adventure, we adore you for it.
Happy Father's Day!