It was bedtime, and although I am not an only child, at this moment I feel like one. I am lying in my father’s arms, and it is dark all around us. We are in a rocking chair, gently squeaking the rhythm of his back-and-forward motion. He is singing me a lullaby, and when the song is finished, I beg him to sing it one more time. With a sigh, he begins again, and I sink deeper into the comfort of his arms.
I love you, dad.
golfing at Pebble Beach (with flat #1)
holding up the latest baby
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3 comments:
*tear*
i am full of joy knowing you had an amazing childhood. i could tell in that picture you posted a while ago with you, your mother and your sisters how very close you were.
your dad must have been in his glories with all of you girlies.
you are blessed.
xoxo,
boho
Sweet memory...wish I could hang on to all of those precious moments.
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