Time is precious. Time is fleeting.
I come through the door at the end of the day and they’re waiting.
Two toddlers collide with me and hug, kiss, giggle. There are no inhibitions, just hearts worn on sleeves and wide-eyed excitement that says “I love you, daddy.”
I know this will not last forever. There may come a time when they are too cool for banter with dad – when their inhibitions and awkwardness rules their reactions and holds them back. I will love them still. That much is true, unconditional and eternal because I know time is precious and fleeting.