A few days ago I was going crazy. I felt like a chainsaw was ripping a hole through my skull from one ear to the other. Why this madness?

The screaming of demons. At least, that’s what it sounded like (to my untrained ears). In reality, it was the screaming of my daughter Lucie. Seriously people, her scream could be fed through a PA and use as a weapon of war or torture. Except that the Geneva conventions would outlaw it as inhumane. It would have to sit beside waterboarding in the time-out corner.

Those of you with screaming children know what I mean. Those of you without cannot fathom it.

But, it’s funny how the smallest light can brighten the darkest corner.

This afternoon I had the opportunity to just work a bit while Lucie played LEGO on our coffee table. She turned to me and said, “Daddy, I made this motorhome for you”. We even hung out a bit. It was a beautiful few moments and reminded me that I love being a dad, occasional demon screams and all.

There is nothing like the sound of your child’s sweet voice saying something endearing. Something simple and small and insignificant. That small voice has put a smile on my face today, and made me glad once again to be a daddy.

Thanks Lu.

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