I had a meeting with a client yesterday afternoon (I know, I know, but when you work for the Church, Sunday is a work day) and was gone for several hours. When I walked in the door, Isabella raced toward me on all fours and started babbling excitedly and at a million-miles-per-hour. She’d never done that before and it was quite funny. And touching too to see how much she missed me in that short time.
Being home nearly every day over the past year as I did freelance work and looked for a full-time job has been a blessing because of the time I’ve been able to spend with both Melanie and Isabella.
While I look forward to the security of a regular paycheck, the thought of leaving every morning and only being able to see Isabella a few hours each day tears me up inside. My fellow working Catholic dads tell me they often feel the same way. In a way I envy Melanie that she can be with Isabella all the time, but such is the vocation I have and the sacrifices fathers have to make.