Wednesday, January 23, 2013

She dreams of dad

Occasionally, Chip has to work later in to the evening, or do a few nights out of town for meetings and whatnot. When this happens, the kids and I are in the habit of calling him on our way to and from their school. It usually works pretty well. We can catch him before his first meeting or evening event, there is no phone to fight over and he can hear all three of us on the Bluetooth. Because who wouldn't want that?

Last night, as we made our way home, Mary Clare asked if she could call her daddy. After the usual round of greetings, Chip asked her about her day, and before he could get another question out of his mouth, she quite matter-of-factly said, "Daddy, maybe tonight I will dream of your face."

It was really, really hard not to laugh. Especially since I had to repeat it to him twice, and play it straight so he wouldn't laugh himself. Because she was really serious. And hopeful. She was clearly thinking, "Hey, if I can't see you, then maybe—just maybe—I will dream of your face. And that will get me through until tomorrow night."

Damn, but that girl loves her dad. I used to take it personally. Okay, I still take it personally. But now I can at least sympathize with my mom. It's tough playing second fiddle to a girl and a great dad. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

1 comment:

  1. Adorable! Nothing better than a daddy/daughter combo.


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