Sunday, March 24, 2013
through the doorway
He waits all day for this moment. The muffled sound of keys rattling at the front door sends him running to his bedroom, straight to the aptly named "battle basket", filled to the brim with Hulk hands, Thor hammers, swords and the like. He chooses a "weapon" and darts into our bedroom to hide under the covers.
The front door opens, Daddy is greeted by the sound of giggling floating down the stairs. He smiles as he takes off his jacket & tie, then heads upstairs to find the source of the giggles. You know he's found it when a shriek rings out followed by a small voice proclaiming "It's battle time!". And so it begins. They play, they wrestle, they reconnect.
This is their favorite time of day.
As I smile, watching through the doorway.