Author Archives: Dad

Tongue

You Have The Most Active Tongue I Have Seen

K, your tongue is crazy.

Not like weird or anything though – don’t get me wrong.

It’s just everywhere.

You love sticking it out.

Flipping it up and down, then you whip it around side to side.

You make a clicking sound with it.

Then when you are serious about something you stick it out a little to help everything along.

Also, you have been doing this thing were you barely stick it out and move it from side to side in your mouth as you hum.

I’m just saying,  you like to rock out with your tongue out.

My little girl.

You stop growing so fast.

My little business…

It’s precious.

I love you.

–Dad

Amen

And All of God’s People Said, Amen!

I like that Amen means:  Truth.

See, at church yesterday the pastor was at the very end of the last sermon, in a series of sermons, on the book of Revelation.

He noted how the bible ends with a warning, and a proclamation of truth.

(Revelation 22:18-21)

While he was winding down, he was saying all of his sentences in a cadence.

A cadence that you knew would solicit a response.

He noted how Amen needed to be said more by the congregation during his sermons.

He made his final statement.

“And all of God’s people said”

The crowd responded: “Amen!” as you were silent.

So, one second later, you enthusiastically responded, “Amen” as the crowd was silent.

Consequently, the closest six rows of people turned to look.

And everyone just smiled at you.

Mom and I were beaming at each other with endearing smiles too.

I love that you are so eager to participate.

I love you

–Dad

Crayon

Crayon? Wait. What Did You Say?

“Did you say crayon? I didn’t hear you.”

H, you are so silly and wonderful right now.

Sure, it is in nearly everything you do.

But it is also in what you say.

You did have a meltdown this morning before school, but that is not even a story worth telling, I say.

Everyone has both bad and good days.

That said, you are going through, another, dress-up phase right now.

It’s princesses galore in our house.

So a few days ago, you are searching from one end of the house to the other.

“Where is my crayon?!

I looked for a crayon with you for ten minutes before you triumphantly held out your dress-up princess crown and exclaimed: “I found it!”

You were looking for a crown the whole time.

I wish I had been looking for a crown too!

I love you.

–Dad