Yesterday the time was right.
We snatched a couple of Christmas presents from the Church and learned about love with eachother over some Mcbreakfasts.
We were together alone. Not arguing. These times are rare now that she's a woman and I'm a woman.
Talking about how her circumstance and mine were similar. I longed to prolong my father's life. He was really sick. Her father had a close call and she was right there.
Why do we seek to prolong life, was the question on the table. Why should we concern ourselves with things like cellular regeneration and the pituitary gland and such. Why does a daughter rush her daddy to the hospital to get a "new stent" on life? She is our resident life-saver.
I reminisced how my visits to my daddy were always repleat with new possibilities to help restore some of the uses of his extremities that were lost in his stroke. Necessity is the mother of invention. Love is the mother of regenerative ambitions. I felt a kiss from my daddy, this year, among other things. It was really a drop of cold persperation that dripped from my locks onto my cheek and if felt as though my daddy kissed me for cutting the grass, that day. He loved stuff like that. He loved wifely changes in roles to mark loving expressions and I could hear, or almost hear what he would have said. Just the moment that I was thinking that, the kiss on the cheek came to my face.
Emily loves her daddy and our breakfast discussion was delightful as we gobbled down eggs and meat in a trip to pick up Ben for his Sunday School lesson. We worship together. We enjoy Sundays, but this Sunday was unique in that we had a whole half hour and a meal outside our home to mark the end of a trying, but victorious year of 2012.
I love you, Emily!
