Little Man's Little Hands

I have this picture Brittny took of mine and my sons hands holding on to a railing on a playground. That was already 2 years ago. He was a little boy. I thought then that the was my little man. Now, he's going to be 3 in less than 3 weeks. He's even more of my little man. He will be so for long after he doesn't want to be known that way. Brittny doesn't let him call her "mom" When he says it, she says, "What's my name?" He gets real giggly, "Mommy!" She says, "Maybe when you're 30 you can call me mom"
It scares me that he's growing up so fast. Being home this last month, I've been able to witness so much. The last year has been pretty rough on our family. Mostly, simply because I'm never home. From work and working late, to doing things at church. From side jobs to just being on the run. I wasn't home. I saw my kids at lunch time, if I was lucky enough to get home. Then I was gone every night. Every weekend. It's amazing, looking back, how much I've missed already. I want to be the dad that is there for football games, cheerleading, soccer, baseball, gymnastics, band concerts, plays. Whatever they decide to do I want my kids to be involved in sports. In music, or arts. And I want to be a part of that involvement. We are blessed that Brittny is able to stay home with the kids. I am also making it a point to be around more. I want my kids to know I love them. I want to show them I love them.
I challenge all of you. If you have children, show them you love them. Hug them. Kiss them. Tell them, every chance you get. If you don't have children, I know there is at least one out there that means the world to you. That you would cherish as your own. Do the same. The love that shows in a child's eyes. The innocence is priceless. Hold that child tight. Tell them you love them. Let them know they are safe in this world that never really seems to make sense. Peace and love to each one of you.