6 years.
It’s been 6 years since I touched your skin or gazed upon your face. A face I’ve known from birth and one I can no longer see in real time.
It’s been 6 years since you left, and while I can’t blame you for being ready to reside in your true heavenly home, sometimes I’m simply that little girl who misses her dad and I wish you were here with me.
” Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Sweet dreams, I love you.”
For as long as I can remember, my father would tuck me into my bed at night and whisper these words in my ear. When I was too old to be tucked in he stood in my doorway and made sure I heard this sweet expression before drifting off to dreamland. Every night he wanted to be certain I knew that his princess was on his mind before he went to sleep. In the mornings he would burst into my room like a cheesy-grinning ray of sunshine and belt out ” RISE AND SHINE AND GREET THE MORNING! RISE AND SHINE AND GREET THE MORNING!!!” I, unlike my father, am not a morning person, so I would twist up my face and feign disgust over this joyous morning display. I would get out of bed only to make him stop, lol, but deep down I knew that my mornings wouldn’t be this wonderful without his production.
Makes me smile everytime!!