It’d been a long day and he was bone tired. It’d been an amazing day and he felt more alive…and more apprehensive…than he had ever felt before. Grace had arrived.
“Are we ready for this?” Kathleen, beatific despite her recent Herculean efforts, asked.
He looked up from the sleeping bundle in his hands and nodded. “I hope so.”
Kathleen sighed. “Me too,” she said stifling a well-deserved yawn. “She certainly picked a beautiful day for it anyway.”
He frowned and looked out the window. The gray clouds showed no signs of giving up their purchase on the Sunday sky and the rain continued to fall. “How so?” he asked handing Grace back to her mother.
Kathleen nestled Grace against her chest and smiled up at him. “It’s Father’s Day, Papa; Grace is definitely going to be her daddy’s girl.”
He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Wow…”
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