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From my bedroom, I can hear the soft hum of his low voice as reads. Every morning for as long as I can remember, this is the sound that I wake to. Rubbing my eyes, I slide out of bed, careful not to disturb him in this moment. Quietly, I creep to the door which is always left open just a crack from the night before. My eyes sparkle. There he is, wearing his robe, sitting in his faded recliner, with his Bible in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. I smile because this is as it should be. I focus in to listen to him. He is reading from the New Testament. I know it well but never as well as he does. I gather my nightgown around my knees and rest my head against the wall, content to sit and watch.
He places his coffee on the table at his side, and slowly moves onto his knees. He turns around and places his elbows in the seat and bows his head. I cannot hear him anymore; his words are from his heart. I can see the passion in each petition as I watch him rock back and forth. He lifts his head and reaches his arms to the ceiling, praising the God that has made him. I know that he prays for each and everyone of us, too. I know because other mornings, I have heard him. He prays in a voice that knows the One to which he speaks, and he speaks in such a way I know God must answer back. His prayers are never rushed, patiently he converses, and heaven seems to settle in our living room.
After he has poured out every request to God, he rises. As he reaches to pick up his cup of coffee, he spies me watching him. He smiles and beckons me forth. I slowly move from my place on the floor and go to meet him with a kiss. After asking how I slept, he invites me to share his coffee as he picks up his paper and looks at the crossword puzzle. I take a sip from his big brown mug and smile. I sit across from him, knees pulled up to my chest, watching him once more.
“Daddy?”
“Hmmm?” He asks as he bites on the end of his pencil.
“I love you.”
He puts down his paper, and reaches for me, placing me on his lap. He kisses my nose and whispers, “I love you, too, Sassy.”
And right here, in this moment, I am content to stay forever
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