MY DADDY
"80'S SELFIE"
This is what "selfies" looked like in 1986
TODAY MY DADDY LEARNED WHAT A "SELFIE" IS IN 2015
Me and my Daddy.....People always say that we look just alike
As we watched TV together on the couch, he fell asleep holding onto my hand
Daddy and daughter "hand sandwich"
My hand has been held by his for as long as I can remember
My hand has been held by his for as long as I can remember
My Daddy's hand has:
*Lead me through a crowded place
*Pulled me out of the street.......just in time
*Held onto mine tightly when I had to get a shot at the doctors AND during the 4th of July parade, when the firetrucks sounded their sirens
*Tickled my palm as he tried to make me giggle in church (mom always gave the "furrowed brow-side look" to make him stop)
*Squeezed mine, signaling for me to "be quiet"
*Gently petted mine, as I cried of a broken heart
*Sweated nervously, in mine, as he walked me down the isle
*But most importantly....My Daddy's hands held mine tightly every time he prayed with me
Just thinking about my daddy's hands makes me feel safe.
When I close my eyes, I can perfectly envision what his hands look like....the way his knuckles are shaped, what his fingernails look like.....
I know that the day our Most Amazing and Awesome God Created hands, He must have had Daddies and Daughters in mind
I wanted to take this picture of our hands today because I never want to forget what his hands felt like and how our hands looked holding onto each others......
But, you know, when I sometimes worry about forgetting.... I must stop myself and realize that I don't think that there is even a chance, that I ever could
I had to end this thought with the classic "sleeping selfie".
I am fake sleeping but he is REALLY asleep
I am fake sleeping but he is REALLY asleep
I love you Dad
