A Phone Call

The other day I got a phone call from a hijacked phone. The culprit- my oldest son. The call went something like this:

"Hi daddy, uh, when will you be home? Call me at...ok 3pm if you can. I love you daddy. Call me back and come hang out with me. And you know what, I caught a lizard. I am going to go ride my scooter in the drive way. Ok, I love you. I miss you daddy. I love you, Ok, come home soon. Ok bye. I love you.

So call me a cheezer if you want, but man this call made my week. My son has always expressed his love for me easily. I don't know that a day has gone by that he hasn't told me he loves me. I learn a lot from my son. He teaches me about the stuff that matters.

Thanks for the call Caiden. I love you. Let's catch some more lizards this weekend!

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[Scratchin' the Surface]

"He teaches me about the stuff that matters." Indeed. Part of why we call children a 'gift', the lessons we learn we'd miss otherwise.