I fall in love with him again and again in small moments that seem not to matter to anyone.
Alone in my bed on a Sunday morning, I listen to the talking and giggling coming from the kitchen below. The pair, father and daughter, prepare breakfast for the other two who aren’t feeling so well.
He tells her how he learned many new words by reading lots of books and looking up the words he didn’t know in a dictionary. She tells him how to add milk to the eggs because, “that’s how I do it with mommy.”
I listen to them converse and my heart swells. I fall in love with him again for being such a patient, thoughtful, and caring dad and husband.
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