The Date

She woke up and piddled around until she remembered the significance of today–it was her turn.

She quickly moved to her room and pulled down a favorite dress.  Swiftly she fit her head through the opening and watched as the fabric dropped to her shins.  A sense of pride filled her spirit as she slipped on the new shoes that made her feel beautiful, and  she emerged from her room with excitement.

Flower barrettes adorned her silky strawberry-blonde hair, a necklace the top of her chest.  She awaited anxiously for her date.

He knocked on the door, and she ran to answer, a giggle in her voice.  Her smile spread wider as she held out her hands to take hold of her first flower, a flower whose brightness matched those of her eyes.

And I watched with joy as she set out for her date with Papa, knowing that this date would be the first of many in her lifetime, one of the few that I could so easily let her go.

17 thoughts on “The Date

  1. Loved it !
    I am called Papa too, but so far have not had such a great date.
    Maybe I should forward this blog !

    Jennifer – it is a great gift you have to take the everyday life experiences, put them into words and make people smile in appreciation.
    Keep it up…. it is wonderful
    Papa Morris

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    1. Thank you for such a kind compliment. Yes, I think you should start dating again, too! 😉

      I haven't commented on your blog, yet, but I did read the commentary on the Time magazine article. Such a sad viewpoint regarding children that people seem to have now! Thanks for directing me to it.

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    1. My dad used to (and still does) take my sister and me out separately for a dad/daughter dinner or lunch. Now, he takes his grandchildren! Caleb has gone out to breakfast with Papa Joe quite a few times, but Dad's stipulation before taking his granddaughter was that she had to stop having pee-pee accidents. He decided Hannah Grace was doing well enough, so she got to have her first date!

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  2. Wow! I feel like a celebrity. I'm glad you didn't add in your comments how I can get impatient or
    (delete this) I refused to go in the water at Lake Lanier Island last week. I made a vow to try to be a better Grandpa.

    Hannah was a great date. I remebered Lisa saying we didn' tearch her to use a knife and fork until she was around 25 years old, so….. I insisted Hannah not pick up her pancakes with her hands and showed her how to do it wiith just a fork.

    Love
    Dad

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    1. Dad, she had her leftover pancakes yesterday, and she insisted on having a grown-up fork so that she could show me her new skill. She had a great time–thanks for taking her!

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