one of the highlights of my week is having lunch with tayler,
the first grader that i mentor. her quiet voice just slays me when
she says, "oh, i forgot the thank you note i wroted you!"
she giggles at all my silly jokes and loves every story. it gratifies
my heart that she eats her entire lunch now, because she used to
be too frightened to take more than a few bites. i think she can
tell that i am crazy about her.
when i mentioned that my husband was very funny and laughed
a lot, she said, "i never seen my daddy laugh..."
i wanted to gather her up in my arms and take her home with me.
memories of hans' mantra to outlast the kids flooded my mind.
"one more story, daddy!" was met with two more stories. one
more request to wrestle was happily supplied. if they were
giggling, he was laughing.
how i wish tayler had a daddy like that.
Jesus said, "let the little children come to Me..."