Today I am grateful for our Wednesday night dinner routine with my Dad. Each week, my dad comes over to our house to have dinner with the kids (and us, he says, but we know the truth) and stays to help with bathtime, stories, and tucking in. He started coming over during the week because he missed the kids too much between weekends, and it evolved into an every Wednesday occasion. I am also grateful that he comes more for the company than for the food, and that he is equally happy whether we have take-out, leftovers, or a gourmet meal.
Tonight he got Dash all ready for bed including the ever-important
cuddle time (which can in fact be done by someone other than Mommy every now and then), and when I peeked into Dash's room and saw my little boy curled up on my dad's shoulder looking so sweet and sleepy and happy, my heart felt so full. So I am grateful today for a wonderful father who also happens to be an exceptional grandfather.
Poor dude can't even eat his dinner with 65 pounds of grandchild on his lap