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01/10/2006
In the still of the morning
I squeeze quietly through the partly opened door in the pre-dawn darkness, careful not to bash a toe or kick a discarded toy, I gaze in wonder at the sleeping form as I go to one knee. "C___", wake up, honey. It's daddy. Do you want to get up for breakfast or do you want to go back to sleep?" I whisper, my loyalties torn between what I know she'll say and what I think is probably best for her.
Each morning, the answer is the same: she rolls over, grabs her blue blankie, cloaking herself as she silently follows me down the hall, to cocoon herself on the sofa while I prepare the morning meal. Later, the tray in my hands as I head for the stairs, I notice she had returned - in the near dark - to snatch her favorite pillows from the bed. Few words are exchanged, but I smile. She is glad to be with me, and I with her. It's a guilty pleasure, to be sure. I know she needs her sleep, but at least this acquiescence to her demands for my time means she will see me off to work. Perhaps she'll nap later...
After breakfast, the dishes returned to the sink, I make for the bath to brush and make my final adjustments before I head for work. She follows me, disappearing without a sound to retrieve yet another treasure from her room. I marvel at how silently she moves, her slight form scarcely rustling the air as she passes. Another smile. I am blessed. She will give multiple hugs and kisses as I pass through the front door, pausing to wave as she sees me off from the living room window. I've packed another treasure in my memory, and she, I hope, in hers.
Thank You, God.
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Comments
Love the imagery, B. Keep it up!
Posted by: Jeff Edmondson | 01/10/2006
Nice, Bruce. We are blessed, aren't we?
Posted by: Scott L | 01/10/2006