I miss my Dad today. Not that I don't miss him on other days but today I miss him more.
I have wonderful, vivid memories of our family going to CFC on any given Sunday or Holiday.
My family "owned" the pew right by the side door. My Dad would sit on the end and I would usually occupy the space right next to him. Most of the time my Dad would turn slightly, drape his arm on the back of the pew and cross his legs. I would snuggle into his side where I always seemed to fit no matter how old I was. I can remember once cuddling in this fashion even after I was married.
Today my family was at church for our Good Friday service. Our church doesn't have pews but rows of rather comfy chairs. We were in the row we "own" and I noticed that I sit a little sideways, arm draped on the back of the chair next to me, and with my legs crossed. Today my Nathan cuddled into my side.
It made me miss my Dad.
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