After school on Tuesday, the little lady pulled out her hot pink Disney princess cell phone from her overstuffed red purse to place a call to her daddy. She remained on the line through two errands, one of which was a quick stop to the post office where people thought she was literally on the phone with someone, chatting animatedly with hand in pocket. When the thirty-five minute phone call ended she snapped her phone shut and called out from her car seat, "Wow! That was a pretty long call, hey?!" Her eyes bright, and beaming.
It seems like only yesterday, I was placing similar phone calls to her daddy as a silly seventeen year old, chatting about this and that, nothing important, but hanging on every word for he is. that. special.
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