I never truly realized how little time fathers get to actually see their children every day. Most days, Michael leaves for work before Kaya is even awake, and she goes to bed only about 2-2.5 hours after he comes home at night. We definitely try to make the most of the time we all have together.
I also never realized how much it’d warm my heart to see the love Michael shares with his daughters. I love hearing their laughter ringing through our home and how she runs to him when he first walks through the door. I love all the silly things he does just to get her giggling.
I love how bath time is “their thing” and how she snuggles into his arms at night. It warms my heart to see how much she looks forward to spending time with him every day.
Michael had a seminary meeting a few nights ago, and he wasn’t here to tuck her in and snuggle her to sleep. When she realized she was going to bed without him, the tears came pouring down. She kept crying “Dada, Dadaaaa”, and my heart was breaking for her.
Since then, she’s been extra sensitive to her Daddy leaving, and she asks for him as soon as she wakes up.
I love their love.