Today was a good day

I have that Ice Cube song in my head. Today was a good day. Work presented its usual problems and I dispatched of them with my usual efficiency and grace. But the good stuff happened at the end of the day.

Wifey had chemo yesterday and wasn't feeling so great. So my father stopped by to pick up both of our boys to spend the afternoon at their house. I picked them up.

Coming home from work is always a nice part of the day, whether it's at my house or my parents' house. My oldest comes running over with a big smile and yelling "Daddy!" That's wonderful of course. The youngest is just starting to walk and it takes my longer to get to me. Which is good. I get my hugs in with the oldest while the youngest is still Fred Sanfording his way over to me. Then it's the baby's turn. I have to hold him for at least 10 minutes or he has a coniption.

My folks made dinner and we ate. Both kids love broccoli and ate more of that than anything else, which made my folks quite happy. After dinner, both kids showed off their dancing moves. Our youngest is still getting his moves down. But our oldest is actually pretty good. He gets his whole body going, gets a serious look on his face. It's funny as hell. Sometimes he yells at me..."Daddy! Dance!" And I have to dance too.

So after dinner and dancing a little bit of ice cream, we all packed up and headed home. I was singing along with Johnny Cash and both kids fell asleep pretty quickly. So I turned the radio down and listened to them both sleep until I got home. I wanted to keep driving just so I could keep listening.

So, my day wasn't as gangsta as Ice Cube's and there was no "drunk as hell but no throwin' up". But today I felt lucky to be a dad.