Sunday, 12/9/12
The scene: At my bedroom door. 6:00 in the morning. This is not a knock-knock joke.
Someone: Knock, knock.
Me: “Who’s there?”
Someone: Knock, knock.
Me: “Who’s there?”
Someone: Knock, knock.
Me: (Wondering if it could be an emergency, I get out of bed and rush to the door.)
[I open the door. Edwin, my 9 year-old child is on the other side, smiling.]
Edwin: “Hola, Papi!”
That’s all he wanted. A nice, cheerful good morning in a mischievous yet loving way. Ugh!
Getting woken up at 6 a.m. for nothing is the worst thing in the world. Waking up to your son smiling up at you: the best thing in the world! I have got to remember to smile up at my Heavenly Father as much as I can!!
**Keep adventurizing!...I know I will!**
Cute!...lovely story Eric. Hopefully he doesn't make too much of a habit out of it.
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-Dad
Oh. It is definitely a habbit. These kids always get up way to early to play...oh wait...so did I, huh?
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