Monday, June 17, 2013

Pushing the Right Buttons

As many of you know already, I am the father of two daughters. And they're pretty fabulous.

Ninety-nine percent of the time.

My youngest is quite a character who is always thinking, always kidding around, always looking to get a reaction from whomever is near her. I call her my little button pusher.

And though she gets a kick out of pushing my buttons, she knows that I love her and I know she loves me.


On Saturday, it dawned on her that the following day was Father's Day and she went into a bit of a panic, saying she hadn't done, made, or bought anything for me.

"That's okay," I said, "just take me to the Star Wars exhibit, and we'll be just fine."

She became excited, because she wanted to go as much as I did, perhaps more. "Okay!"

Last night, as my girls were getting ready for bed and I was wracking my brain trying to come up with an idea for a blog post, my young daughter placed a huge gift bag next to me. Inside, was a card with a bright, red bow attached with Scotch tape.

"How lovely," I said.

"Read it," she said, "quick, before I have to go to bed."

I turned over the card and read it.

For those of you who can't read the silver pencil crayon on black paper, here's what it says:
Daddy I love you because you're my
father, and I know that sometimes
I can be a bother, I am a pest
but you still love me so, Just
take a day off I'll even throw in
this bow. I love you as much as
Sarah likes cows and by the way I
need that bow back now.
I removed the bow from the card and gave it back, with a hug. Interest.

That's my button pusher.

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