The house finally falls to a quiet hum. My daughter slumbers in her nursery, as she likely dreams of toys, her best friends with 4 legs, and how they make her giggle and squeal at a moments notice.
My lovely wife, fast asleep and resting up for another day of motherhood tomorrow. 9 months old already, and we're both still amazed on how small she is, and yet how big she had gotten.
A hard day of work put in, and long cold fought battle out on the baseball diamonds reaps it's effects on my muscles. I look at the clock as I browse the forums. 12:10 in the a.m. I hear the wind blowing hard outside. A storm is among us, and the pitter patter of raindrops beckons to me at the window. I dismiss it's call and sneak into the nursery to catch a peek of a sleeping angel. I kiss my hand and press it to her cheek and tell her "sweet dreams".
I tip toe to my sacred place. It's no longer being occupied by make up, hair dryers or waxing strips. It's tidy, neat and crisp. I open my cabinet and reach for something to soothe my mind and my body all at once. Who knew this hobby could offer such an escape? The thunder rumbles outside in the night.
I look at the tired that has built up around my eyes. I stop only for a second and continue to soldier on. The sink fills with warm water, and my razor plunges into the basin to heat up. I decide to use my handsome scuttle on this adventure, and some accompanying lavender scented soap. As the water streams from the faucet, the rain dances on the roof top. It prances to the beat of the thunder. I remove the cover from the soap and breathe in the scent...it relaxes my mind. I take my brush and mindlessly swirl away, thoughts leave and enter like the evening traffic. I put my mind on cruise control. I build my lather as if I was the artisan that crafted this marvelous scented concoction. I'm in no hurry. I take the brush to my face and paint my visage like a canvas. The lightning cracks and the rain drops pelt my roof top, like an army storming a castle. I make my pass and the sound of the blade slicing through my growth blends nicely with the sound mother nature's forces outside. The warm splash on my face rinses not only the lather from my face, but also aches from my muscles. I muster up the strength for another pass. I listen to the rain, as my mind drifts. Not only has my daughter grown, but so has the man that stands before me. I never thought the day would come where I would set my own fears aside and worry about 2 people so much. How did I get so lucky? How did I get talked into trading in my 4x4 for that Japanese all wheel drive family vehicle? How did I grow up so fast?
...I stop. I look up and see that I had managed to complete my second pass. Another warm water rinse and I feel at ease. I follow up with a cold water splash. The storm grows louder. I massage a matching lavender scented wax onto my face. So soothing and relaxing. The thunder claps like a single person in an empty auditorium. It echoes. I tip toe back to the nursery. She's still alseep. I lean over the crib and stare at this marvelous little being. I run my fingers through what little amount of hair she has and admire her.Then, like the rain I pitter patter off to bed, so that I can get ready for another day to make my daughter giggle and squeal and a moments notice.
Thanks for reading.
My lovely wife, fast asleep and resting up for another day of motherhood tomorrow. 9 months old already, and we're both still amazed on how small she is, and yet how big she had gotten.
A hard day of work put in, and long cold fought battle out on the baseball diamonds reaps it's effects on my muscles. I look at the clock as I browse the forums. 12:10 in the a.m. I hear the wind blowing hard outside. A storm is among us, and the pitter patter of raindrops beckons to me at the window. I dismiss it's call and sneak into the nursery to catch a peek of a sleeping angel. I kiss my hand and press it to her cheek and tell her "sweet dreams".
I tip toe to my sacred place. It's no longer being occupied by make up, hair dryers or waxing strips. It's tidy, neat and crisp. I open my cabinet and reach for something to soothe my mind and my body all at once. Who knew this hobby could offer such an escape? The thunder rumbles outside in the night.
I look at the tired that has built up around my eyes. I stop only for a second and continue to soldier on. The sink fills with warm water, and my razor plunges into the basin to heat up. I decide to use my handsome scuttle on this adventure, and some accompanying lavender scented soap. As the water streams from the faucet, the rain dances on the roof top. It prances to the beat of the thunder. I remove the cover from the soap and breathe in the scent...it relaxes my mind. I take my brush and mindlessly swirl away, thoughts leave and enter like the evening traffic. I put my mind on cruise control. I build my lather as if I was the artisan that crafted this marvelous scented concoction. I'm in no hurry. I take the brush to my face and paint my visage like a canvas. The lightning cracks and the rain drops pelt my roof top, like an army storming a castle. I make my pass and the sound of the blade slicing through my growth blends nicely with the sound mother nature's forces outside. The warm splash on my face rinses not only the lather from my face, but also aches from my muscles. I muster up the strength for another pass. I listen to the rain, as my mind drifts. Not only has my daughter grown, but so has the man that stands before me. I never thought the day would come where I would set my own fears aside and worry about 2 people so much. How did I get so lucky? How did I get talked into trading in my 4x4 for that Japanese all wheel drive family vehicle? How did I grow up so fast?
...I stop. I look up and see that I had managed to complete my second pass. Another warm water rinse and I feel at ease. I follow up with a cold water splash. The storm grows louder. I massage a matching lavender scented wax onto my face. So soothing and relaxing. The thunder claps like a single person in an empty auditorium. It echoes. I tip toe back to the nursery. She's still alseep. I lean over the crib and stare at this marvelous little being. I run my fingers through what little amount of hair she has and admire her.Then, like the rain I pitter patter off to bed, so that I can get ready for another day to make my daughter giggle and squeal and a moments notice.
Thanks for reading.
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