This morning we went to the zoo to have some family time and to get out of the house. At the zoo there is a carousel. Upon installing Abby upon a black panther (the feline mammal and not the ethnically oriented militant, political group as you might have suspected) I noticed how big she was getting. She’s not my little baby girl any more, she’s turning into a girl, soon to be followed by teenage girl and so forth. I said to Abby, “You sure are getting big.”
Abby replied, “I sure am going to miss you when I get married, dad.” I began holding back as many tears as I could in the manliest fashion possible.
Great Grandma Jennison used to say when they are little they walk on your feet. When they are big they walk on your heart….I think maybe they don’t have to be so big to walk on your heart, eh?
That is too sweet!