Ain’t fatherhood grand?

This weekend, Amy and I went to Fredericksburg to celebrate our eighth anniversary, and Sydney went to her Memere and Papa's house. She had a great time going to a high school football game and watching her aunt Maddie in the marching band and seeing all of the friends and relatives that were in and around the house for various events. On our way back to the metroplex, I called to see how things were going and Memere handed the phone to Sydney for a few seconds. Hearing her voice made me realize how much I was missing her, and I couldn't wait to see her. Unfortunately, we weren't going to get back until late, so Sydney was spending Sunday night at Memere and Papa's.

The next morning, Amy and I were going to drive together to pick up Sydney, and then Amy was going to drop me off at my office. Several urgent pages from the office interrupted that plan, and I got dropped off before Amy picked up Sydney. I was bummed I wouldn't get to see Sydney until after work, so Amy dropped back by my office with Sydney a short while later. As I walked out of the building and down the walk to where Amy and Sydney were waiting, Sydney saw me and started running towards me and laughing gleefully. We ran to meet each other and I scooped her up and gave her hugs while she put her head on my shoulder and tried to tell me all about her weekend.

Those few minutes were so awesome I can't put it into words! It more than offset the rest of what was not a great day (as evidenced by the early pages). I wouldn't trade being Sydney's daddy for all the world!