The car ride was quiet, a result of an
annoyed father and a teenaged girl armed with four of the most annoying words
in the english language. "Are we there yet?" Finally, with a sigh,
the father pulled into the driveway. "Thank God," he muttered before
continuing louder, "honey we're home." No reply. "Honey?"
he repeats, while unbuckling his seat belt. Once free he twists in his seat so
he can see his daughter to check if she's ignoring him. But as he turns, his
eyes fall upon his sleeping daughter, her knees pulled up to her chest and head
resting precariously on her taunt seatbelt as a pillow.
A smile graced his rugged face for the first time in the entire car ride as he
stepped out into the cool nights air. He opened the rear driver's side door and
leaned into the car wrapping his oversized jacket around her slim pale
shoulders. He unclipped her seat belt ensuring her head was resting on his
shoulder before picking her up with one arm around her waist and one under her
knees. He lifted her sleeping figure and pulled her into the air, pushing the
door shut behind him.
He thought about the look she had had before, the stuborn slightly angry eyes
and the stuborn set jaw as she argued with him. But now she was so peaceful and
serene hardly as demonic as she had seemed before.
As he thought these things she shifted slightly, "mm...daddy?" she
mumbled. "Yes baby?" he replied.
"Are we there yet?"
He sighs, "yes honey, we're home." She smiles slightly and snuggles
closer to his chest.
Little did she know:
These moments are the moments he tresures, the moments that fill his heart with
joy in the darkest times, the moments he remembers when he's far from home and
missing you. HIS moments, YOUR moments, both of your moments.
Little did he know:
These moments are the moments she remembers throughout her entire life. No
matter how old she grew these memories were as potent as her first kiss, first
heartbreak even her wedding day. No matter what she was going to be 'Daddy's
little girl' because through it all he was always there.
He was her bestfriend in the loneliest moments,
Her pillow in moments of saddness,
Her rock in unstable times,
Her security blanket after a bad dream,
Her one and only,
Daddy
