Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Due to the fact Trot conked out on the couch with his legs draped across my lap around 7 and Rakes basically sticking toothpicks in his eyelids to stay awake around 8, something happened tonight that hasn't happened in a long, LONG time.

I carried both my sons up the stairs to bed, one sound asleep and the other not too far behind.

And as I tucked each of them into bed and said their prayers with them, I found myself doing something I very rarely do.

Fighting back tears.

'Cause as fast as they grow up and as big as they seem to me now, they are still just two little boys who wanted their Dad to sometimes tuck them into bed at night.

And that made me one happy, somewhat frazzled, Dad.

Sometimes you can't ask for more than that.


Tree Newt said...

It's a blink, isn't it bro? Yesterday, they can't hold their head up. Today, you're taking off training wheels. Enjoy every moment. Soon, they'll be us.

Ted D said...

Yep. It flies by, little brother.

HorshamScouse said...

I got to carry Noel's four year old grandson from my car last night, fast asleep. Took me me back 30 years.....

Put my back out too but worth it :)

Ted D said...

I hear that, Scouser. Good to hear from you and hope all is well.