Today I thought of a moment I shared with a friend years ago, and I wanted to share it here. This is the kind of thing I want to do more often on Trace Talks, because I remember little things here and there and would love to recount the stories, but then the moment passes and I forget...but this time I'm not letting it go so easy!
This is a very quick and simple story, and it was over in seconds, but the fact that it remains such a strong memory says a lot about how deeply it touched me. I was with one of my best and dearest friends, Amy (who was also my freshman college roommate), and we were driving down a road together. As we came to a neighborhood intersection, we both glanced over and saw one of the most endearing moments we have ever witnessed.
A little girl, not more than five or six, was skipping happily down the road. Holding her hand, and skipping just as enthusiastically, was her dad. He must have just come home from work, because he was wearing nice pants, dress shoes, plus a shirt and tie. And there he was, not a thought about looking silly or crazy or whatever...he was caught up in the moment with his little girl, sharing in the simple pleasure of skipping. I don't have a doubt in my mind that she will recall that moment with a joyful heart for the rest of her life.
As we watched, Amy and I made exclamations of "Oh, look!" and "How sweet!" And we turned to one another as we talked about it, and both of us had tears in our eyes. That is because we both know how precious a daddy's love is to a little girl. I'm sure Amy has fond memories of things her father has done with her and for her, and so do I. They are memories I will treasure always.
This is a very quick and simple story, and it was over in seconds, but the fact that it remains such a strong memory says a lot about how deeply it touched me. I was with one of my best and dearest friends, Amy (who was also my freshman college roommate), and we were driving down a road together. As we came to a neighborhood intersection, we both glanced over and saw one of the most endearing moments we have ever witnessed.
A little girl, not more than five or six, was skipping happily down the road. Holding her hand, and skipping just as enthusiastically, was her dad. He must have just come home from work, because he was wearing nice pants, dress shoes, plus a shirt and tie. And there he was, not a thought about looking silly or crazy or whatever...he was caught up in the moment with his little girl, sharing in the simple pleasure of skipping. I don't have a doubt in my mind that she will recall that moment with a joyful heart for the rest of her life.
As we watched, Amy and I made exclamations of "Oh, look!" and "How sweet!" And we turned to one another as we talked about it, and both of us had tears in our eyes. That is because we both know how precious a daddy's love is to a little girl. I'm sure Amy has fond memories of things her father has done with her and for her, and so do I. They are memories I will treasure always.
2 comments:
Very nice story. I get emotional when I see things like that too. And I do treasure the memories of my dad being silly with me.
Thanks S-A...hope you are doing well!
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