Dad and Amber

That last post was missing any indication that Dad is actually a Dad, so here is some proof.  On this particular day, Amber and I spent a few hours out in the park playing in the leaves. I love the responsibility of being loved this much and making her know that she is loved.  It's a bit unfair but simply because I am at work while Mom is home, Dad is a "treat" and I often get better behaviour than Mom does, simply because I don't have to discipline her as much, and she gets me in regular but shorter intervals.