The Girls made his day...

Mike had to go out of town for a couple of days, and apparently this makes me rank right up there with dirt. Oh, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and say I'm about even with the fish or the new caterpillar to which we're currently providing free room and board.

It all started when Selah realized Mike wouldn't be here for her first soccer game. Now mind you, it's not the first game she's ever played. We're talking about the first game of the fall season, so it's not quite as monumental on our parental list of accomplishments. But, apparently it is huge in the mind of an 8 year old. She cried on the way home from practice and stopped long enough to eat dinner and watch Camp Rock. But it all started back up when it was time to go to bed. I thought I had squelched her tears with my wonderful words of wisdom about how Daddy would love to be here and how he has come to almost every other game...oh, and don't forget about mentioning the other dads out there who don't have anything to do with their children, let alone their activities. Great stuff, right? We prayed and all was well until about five minutes later when she came down the steps bawling. She said that she and Lesa missed Daddy. I asked her if Lesa was crying, too. Yep...

So, what else could we do? We called Daddy, which of course made his day. By the end of the conversation, which lasted a whole 45 seconds, everyone was calm again and ready to sleep. As I finished talking to Mike, I asked him, "So you like the fact they were crying for you, don't you?" "Well, sure. It feels good to be missed."

Now, I don't want you to think I always feel like chopped liver. In fact it was just earlier today that Selah made the comment, "Mom, you do lots of stuff for us." I can't really remember what sparked such a brilliant thought, but it did cause me to stop for a second and rejoice in the fact that not all goes unnoticed. But the moment quickly passed and I went on cleaning up orange juice off the floor. :)