I like cute things

I always have.

That includes female humans.

It also includes small children.

Fluffy animals.

Baby animals.

Rabbits.

Hamsters.

Guinea Pigs.

Puppies.

Kittens.

It’s not “manly” to like these things.

But I do.

Family is a treasure

My five-year-old sleeps in my wife’s bed.  He has for a few months now.

He goes to sleep a lot earlier than she does.

He always wants someone to be with him.

My wife is usually busy with homework.

I don’t mind laying down with him.  Most nights that’s what I do.

The other night I was laying down with him.  I was rubbing his hair.

My mind kept wandering.  I reminded myself that my time with my boys is short.  I tried to stay focused on being with him.

I realized there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be right then.

What better place could there be?

I want to have more kids

My wife doesn’t.  At least that’s what she says.

Since she’s divorcing me it doesn’t matter.

I don’t want to get married again right away.  I want to become the man I know I have the potential to be.  The wife I find now may not be compatible with the man I want to become.

I love babies.  Whenever I see babies or toddlers it makes me want another.

It’s not because I don’t love my boys.

They’ve been asking my wife for years when she’s going to give them a little sister.

A few weeks ago they told me Mommy didn’t want to have another baby.  I reminded them about the divorce.  They seemed sad.

I told them I was probably going to get remarried, and when that happened I might have another baby.  They were happy about that.

When my oldest was born I wasn’t excited.  I’m ashamed of that.

He showed me how wonderful being a dad is.  He made me want to have another.  Now I have two wonderful little boys.

They make me want to have even more kids.