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,
Janie Junebug
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Aw!! I used to have a cute little bugger that would cling to me at every chance she got. I sometimes found it annoying but reading this post I realize how precious those moments really were because they're only there for a short time.
ReplyDeleteSo true. My kids don't cling to me now. I cling to them.
ReplyDeleteLittle kids are so sweet, so wonderful & so adorable--& then they grow up!!
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes they become even more wonderful.
DeleteClingy little shits...spray them with pepper spray. That will break them from all the love stuff.
ReplyDeleteBut I miss my daughter and the grand-kids clinging to my legs or arms. They didn't have pepper spray back then.
Riiiiight. This coming from the man who would do anything for a child or an animal.
DeleteSweet words to warm the heart.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. I felt good the rest of the day.
DeleteThat little exchanged between dad and daughter sounds just priceless. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteIt was even better because he didn't LOOK like the sort of person who would say such lovely things. Taught me a lesson I should have remembered long ago.
DeleteAwwww.
ReplyDeleteYoungest comes in at 530 every morning and hugs me awake. Someday he won't do that...
Yes, someday, if he's anything like Favorite Young Man, he'll go out drinking and come in early in the morning to barf.
DeleteAwwwww. A sweet little story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mayor.
DeleteAnother reason I prefer dogs. "Sit", "Stay", "get off my leg" works and there's no hard feelings.
ReplyDeleteDear Janie, this is a lovely story, touching told. Peace.
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