Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My husband took the story book I had just read to the congregation, out of my hands - as I was on my way down to teach Sunday School.
He smiled a happy, little smile as he looked from it up to me and I shrugged and left it with him.
Last night, he brought it into the kitchen where our 14 year old daughter was poking about and asked her if he could read it to her.
"DAD!!" She said in that loud, aggrieved way that only teenagers in the centre of the heart of darkness can.
"Just a page or two," he begged, "and if you really can't stand it, that will be it...okay?"
He told her about how when he saw it at church, it brought back so many memories of him reading it to her when she was little and that she was still his little girl and he would like to read it to her again.
Perched side by side on the tall stools in the kitchen, he carefully read each page - "Katy was a beautiful red crawler tractor. She was very big and very strong and she could do a lot of things." Then he would tell our daughter how he loved that description and it always made him think of her.
Sitting on the couch in the living room, I could overhear all this
That this man realizes the gift that he has in his children and takes the time to show them how much he loves them.
How lucky they are and how right this is.
Posted by Gawdess at 1:34 PM