It's the way she looks at me. I can see her viewing me as I interact with our kids. Doing something with them, sharing something with them, teaching them something, listening to them explain something about themselves to me. I notice her in her un-worded look of approval of who I am. But the funny thing is, I don't need it, I am just doing what feels right to me.
In this particular instance, I am going over the compound movement and proper squat form in our home gym with my son as she gazes upon both of us from the kitchen.
In another, it is her arms around hug and kissing me as my daughter and I return from our run.
The joy I have being with them and the joy my wife expresses to me that I am involved in this package deal called being married with children.
In this particular instance, I am going over the compound movement and proper squat form in our home gym with my son as she gazes upon both of us from the kitchen.
In another, it is her arms around hug and kissing me as my daughter and I return from our run.
The joy I have being with them and the joy my wife expresses to me that I am involved in this package deal called being married with children.
