The wife sent me a photo of this drawing by my youngest daughter recently. I think Joy captured my wife and me perfectly.
Obviously, I am a tough cookie that melts in contact with milk of my wife's love. Gosh, that sounded really mushy.
Our kids often make us laugh, make us cry, and make us lose our collective minds.
But once in a while, they make us feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I am humbled my 12-year-old looks at the relationship that my wife and I have, and sees this kind of love. We must be doing something right.
