Whenever I come home in the rain, she greets me with a smile. Whenever I can't find my shoes, she knows just where to look. Now, I'm not saying my daughter and I have a close relationship all the time, but she seems to love me just the same.
I don't know; I just haven't asked. She's two.
Someday, I'll tell her about boys and why they look at her funny. Someday, I'll tell her to "turn around young lady" and go change and she'll just sneak out the back way. Someday, I'll pick her up from a party where a guy dumped her. Someday, I'll pray when she runs from me.
Today is not that day. She's two.
God, let me make use of the time I have.
Amen.
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This is very Stoic.
ReplyDeleteAlso apparently everything is tears.