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10:11 PM EST
I'm
restless and can't sleep. It's dark and I am scared. But he comes;
he comes for me like always, rescues me. He scoops me up into his
arms and I laugh with delight. How safe I feel now. He places me
on his shoulders and down the stairs we walk, two shadowed figures
clad in our warm pajamas. I'm not scared, never am I scared with
him. My hands rest on his head, his thick soft hair so nice against
my palms. He's talking to me, his voice strong and soothing to my
little girl ears. I don't understand everything he's saying, but
that's okay-he's talking to me and only me and that's all I need.
He seats me on the kitchen table, my legs swinging below, and we
talk while he makes us his special sandwiches. He sits in the chair
in front of me and we eat in soft light, and I'm so happy and so
special, right now, at this very moment. Nothing cures the Bogeyman
Blues like a sandwich with your daddy on a cold, dark night.
Today
is my dad's birthday. even though he doesn't read loafe (I'd be
mortified if he ever did) I still wish him a happy birthday, cause
I love him and he's my daddy and he's the best. so happy birthday
dad!
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