Bed time stories
Once upon a time a beautiful baby girl entered the world. The year was 1963, back then fathers were not allowed to be part of the delivery. This father upon hearing the news 0f his daughters birth ran all the way to the hospital bare foot. It seemed he was so excited to see his new daughter he forgot his shoes. When he arrived at the hospital and the nurse brought her in , he was amazed at how tiny she was. Weighing all of 4lbs and 12 inches long she already commanded the room.
Every person who gazed upon her became mesmerized by her beauty and grace. Each time the father would notice how others were drawn to her he stood a few inches taller, smiled like the cat who ate the canary, he was proud!
Her father took her home, as the days past she began to take shape. When her father entered the room she would see no one else but him.
Loud giggles and squeaks echoed as he picked her up , throwing her way, way up to the sky so she could touch the clouds and catch the rain drops. Catching her he wrapped her in his big strong arms, she felt safe with him, he taught her to trust.
Years past, she gained speed, her life was full of sugar and spice and everything nice. Like a loyal puppy her father was by her side for everything , her biggest fan!
Her father was not only by her side for the good things, for the challenges as well.
Like the night she had the flu and didn't make it to the toilet, her father carried her to the bathroom and held her long hair back, gently wiping her forehead with a cool wet cloth, oh how she loved him and her loved her.
Or like the time when she finally realized that the boy, Allen Smith, whom she had loved from afar did not even know she existed. Her father sat at the edge of her bed all night long hearing her sob, frustrated that the days of kissing the boo boos away were nearing the end.
When she was leaving for college he helped her pack, put on his most convincing smile,then watched his daughter drive away. He would be lost without his princess.
Time past, she married, had a daughter of her own. On the night of her daughters birth her husband present for the big event, looked down at his feet , together they laughed almost hysterical, it seemed while rushing out of the house he had forgotten his shoes, just like her father had done many years before.
They took their baby home . She stood at the door way of the nursery watching her husband singing softly to his new daughter, holding her tight, swaying as the moon and the stars danced in the sky.
She thought of all the things she wanted to give her tiny daughter, sugar and spice and everything nice. Mostly, she was eternally grateful her daughter would have the one thing she herself had longed for all her life, a father...
She had never known the father who dominated her dreams. If she had known him he would have shared the same memories, known the story she invented in her mind. He would have memorized every word and no matter how many times he read it, together, they would giggle at the part where he forgot his shoes.