Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Well, here I am, right after telling you I wouldn't have much time to blog. But we can always make time for a quickie, can't we?
I heard the loveliest conversation this morning, so I have to share it with you. I was sitting next to two young men who were talking about their children.
One was complaining (mildly) about his daughter waking up at 5:30 every morning and getting into bed with him and his wife because she says she's had a nightmare. He said that at nightmare time this morning, he was in the shower. He finished in the bathroom and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. It was pitch black in the hallway and he almost tripped over something.
It was his five-year-old daughter. He asked her why she was in the hall. She said, I was waiting for you, Daddy.
Then he said, I love that little girl so much. How can you not love somebody who is so happy to see you when you get home and so sad when you leave?
I second that emotion.
Infinities of love,