I was sitting in the old blue chair that I inherited after my Grandpa passed away. Maddie was drinking her bottle as I watched Noah and Alice tease each other by the stairs. Noah didn't want her to come downstairs so he was blocking her way. She thought it was a game and continued to go back and forth. Lilly was in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, there was a noise. The sound of a key in the lock. Everyone froze. Cocking their heads to be sure of the sound. Sure enough, Daddy was home! Lilly cried, "Daddy!" Noah and Alice ran around the corner with cheers and clapping; Alice jumping up and down. All three kids were jabbering and talking and filling him in on their day the moment he walked in the door.
As I sat there feeding Maddie I could hear the excitement that happens every evening in our house when Daddy comes home from work. But what I noticed this time was that in addition to the kids being excited Shane was home, he was excited to see them too. He cheerfully hugged, praised, responded and encourage his little ones as they mauled him before he even got in the door. Never once did he say calm down, be quiet, or let me get in the door. He truly missed his kiddies and made sure they knew it.
I was overwhelmed with gratitude that this amazing man is mine. That he is such a wonderful father to the Littles that I love so much. That he takes those ordinary everyday moments and makes his kids feel special. Shane is such a blessing to me and I love him more than I could ever adequately explain. I'm so very thankful to be married to him for eternity.