by Smitty
She knows.
I’ve been gone six years. A random Friday morning seemed good to sneak back into the house at dawn to pick up some documents.
My daughter’s are judge, jury and executioner.
“Hi. *Dad*.”
A three letter wrecking ball. All of my rationalizations, anger, and self-righteousness are suddenly gone.
“Oh my God, Angela. . .I’m so sorry. . .”
Her dirty, smiling rag doll is the last thing I see before the lawn rushes up to kiss me.
* * *
That was 10 years ago.
Getting my life squared away was hard.
Today is her wedding day.
She breaks me again.
Thank you, Lord.
—
via Darleen