September 12

We played a few rounds of cards after dinner this evening. When we scattered to do other, more individual activities, Adam spontaneously grabbed Brady and gave him a bear hug. (Not a BearBear hug, mind you. A bear hug.) 

Our littlest dude, who had been channeling Travolta with some pretty impressive disco moves just a few moments before, accepted the embrace with enthusiasm.

So tonight it's just a simple thought: I am grateful for this. I am grateful that my kids have a dad who really and truly loves, cares for, and wants them in his everyday life. Because that is a priceless gift to everyone who receives it, whether or not they fully recognize how priceless it truly is.