© 2018 Aaron Atkinson

When I grow up

When stalling bedtime turns into something deeper and sweeter…

Finn like’s to scratch his hand on my beard while I read him bedtime stories.

Finn: Daddy, when I grow up, I’m going to grow a beard just like you.

Me: Sounds like a plan, Finny.

Finn: It feels like little bugs on my hand.

Next he holds my hand and spins my wedding ring.

Finn: When I grow up I’m going to get married and wear a ring just like you.

Me: Do you like the ring?

Finn: Yep, I want to marry somebody like Mommy when I’m big.

Me: I love you, pal.

Finn: Oh silly Daddy, I love you too.

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