I always thought it was so weird when my dad would hand me a plate of food at whatever odd hour I wandered in and just set back in his chair to watch me eat. He told me then that I wouldn't ever understand the pleasure a parent gets from watching their child eat until I had kids of my own.
And how.
I'm thinking now, wondering what I enjoyed more: hearing his first "I love you, Mommy," or watching Dash eat an egg and some cherry tomatoes. I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I swear to God it's the food. I always knew he loved me, but I honestly never believed I'd see him eat a tomato.
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