Could it be?
So before I go to bed to read the final pages of THE EXORCIST, I’ll share something I do every day. Well, almost every day.
No job on the planet is as important as being a parent. I pray every night to be a better dad, and every night I feel I’ve fallen short. I ache to be the dad that my three children deserve. I might not get much right, but I do make sure I do this:
One hundred kisses every night. For each kid. Sometimes it’s the forehead, other times (usually with my two-year-old daughter, who tends to get squirmy at around the twenty-four or twenty-five kiss mark) it’s the forearm. But I kiss them each a hundred times so they’ll have that before they fall asleep.
I love my kids more than I could explain with a lifetime of words. I’m blessed far more than I deserve.
And I love being their father. I feel like it’s what I was born to do.
That’s all for tonight.