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Vacation

 

Come bed time
and my wife is reading her book
and my eldest daughter is doing
leg-lifts while talking
to her younger sister
and she calls out from the other room
"Mommy, wake me early, please
so I can go to the beach
before we check out at noon."

And then I turn my bed light off
and lie on top of the cool sheets,
and I call out to my daughters,
"I love you guys" and I turn
and stroke my wife's cheek
and say I love you to her
and she pauses from her reading
to look me
right in the eye
and say, "I love you, too"

just about exactly the way
I always imagined my wife
and the mother of my children
would do.

 

 

 


...Michael S. Glaser

From Being a Father