Losing Lucy…

Long ago I had the habit of rising early for coffee and quiet time.

My quiet time was shattered by a little girl who came to drink her morning juice and share my quiet time…that was quiet no longer.

That’s OK because juice and coffee with Dad was far better than my solitary QT.

We’ve had juice and coffee time many times since then, even when neither juice nor coffee was present.

It was our code language for “we need to talk”.

This is how we discussed the major events facing Two…events that I was privileged to offer a father’s advice.

There’s a new kid on the block for J & C.

I love having a second chance at the best things in life.

It’s Nine.

Today she asked if I was “ever lonely”.

It turns out nobody will play with her at recess.

This is the stage where the problems are easy to solve. Not like “Dad, I think I want to get married”.

We discussed it.

We prayed about it…I already said grace she said…this is a different thing to pray for, honey.

I’ll secretly ask the advice of an expert on this one – Mom.

It’s a wonderful life…usually.