Thursday, May 1, 2014

Memories

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

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