A Hug From Presley

For Father's Day, Presley made me a "hug" at her school. It's a balloon filled with powder, and when she gave it to me, she told me to squeeze it whenever I miss her. It also came with a laminated poem from a daughter to her father with Presley's foot-prints on it, which I loved. She gave it to me a few days before Father's Day, and then this weekend while I was in the restroom, the following conversation took place between Presley and me:

P1:  Hey Daddy?

Me:  Yes Presley?

P1:  Do you miss me?

Me:  What?

P1:  Do you miss me?

Me:  You mean when you're at school? Yes, of course I miss you. I miss you every day.

P1:  No, do you miss me in the bathroom?

Me:  Ummmm, no, not really because I don't want you in the bathroom with me.

P1:  Well because if you miss me, you should just squeeze the "hug" I made you. Here. (She opened the door and handed it to me.)

Me:  Oh, I see. Here, let me hug it. (I hugged it.) That's good, but you know what's better than hugging this balloon?

P1:  Huh?

Me:  This. (I hugged Presley.)

My greatest accomplishments and favorite two days of my life are the days when Presley and Paxten were born, and the gift of them in my life is by far my two best gifts ever!