My Kids

J and E are my kids.  J is almost 3, and E is 4.  We have another blessing on the way, but I gotta tell you, the two we have now are just about the two most special little people you'd ever want to meet.  J has big, and I mean white-tailed deer big, brown thoughtful eyes.  E loves to ask total strangers if they would like a hug.  What makes this even more adorable is that she always picks the roughest, toughest, rootinest, tootinest goateed guy in the room.  The guy who looks like he's allergic to affection.  They both put me in the best place imaginable and although I worry about the things dads tend to worry about, they keep me focused on family over everything else.  I have leveled off in terms of my job and maybe one day I will aspire to greater career achievements, but for now I cannot imagine opting for more work and more pay, for less time with them.  This sometimes makes me wonder if I am doing the appropriate "dad" thing.  Maybe dads are supposed to be go-getters and make as much money as possible, spend time with kids when possible, but leave most real parenting to mom.  I have always valued time over money, but I wonder if I shouldn't question that sometimes...I know I love them with all I have and will do whatever it takes to give them the best childhood and start possible...