My dad has this great trait in that he hates to see any of his family get hurt. I remember once when Zoë’s auntie Hayden fell off her bike, my dad got really mad. Not at Hayden, not at me (Hayden was showing me a “trick” at the time), but at her bike and the ground for contributing to her getting hurt. I definitely think I have inherited that trait.
This last week, Zoë has been sick and its driving me crazy. When she’s crying because she feels bad, I get mad at the germs that are making her feel bad. I think its a reaction to not being able to really do anything except be there. Something is troubling my little girl and I want to fix it. If I could punch out a virus, I would.
Well darlin, I hate to tell you this, but it doesn’t seem to get any better the older they get. Thank goodness you have a “Fabulous” wife to help calm the stroms. Love you all!!!