Preston Smith Statue

We went to Carol Of The Lights last night.

We parked at First Baptist Church and walked to campus, as is our tradition.

Well, mom and I walked.

K, you were pushed in a stroller. And H, you rode on my shoulders.

It was fun. But between the cold and the waiting, ya’ll are nearly too young to go.

We are invariable there for less than five minutes before someone begins complaining.

It doesn’t help it’s bed time.

Y’all did enjoy running and playing under the covered breezeway of the administration building. We walked over to the Preston Smith statue on the other side and I think I got the question “Is this guy dead?” no less than a dozen times.

We finally said oooooh and ahhhhh when the lights came on and then headed back to the car.

Our hands were cold, but the shower sure felt good when we got home.

Mom joked that one day all you girls would want Starbucks before going to the ceremony and I would complain that a “free” event was costing me $20.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it costs me $30.

I love you.

-Dad

Directing Waves

H, I made a note about this and forgot to post about it.

See, this last summer we went to the beach.

We slept in late, swam in the hotel pool, ate out too much, and headed to beach every evening a few hours before sunset.

It was a delight watching you girls play, but, honestly, I am not a huge fan of the beach life.

I am more interested in being on the patio with a cold drink – looking at the beach.

I am less interested in being in a swimsuit running in the sand and swimming in the ocean.

H, you kept wanting to go out farther and farther into the ocean each day. So mom would take you. Y’all would walk out until the waves were too high for you to bare. And I would play with K back on the beach.

The last night there you insisted I wade out too. We even carried K out to get in on the fun (and because we couldn’t leave her on the beach by herself).

After a bit mom and K went back to shore and you and I stayed for a while longer.

As the waves came in, you started moving your hands back and forth mirroring their rhythm as they crashed. Up and down. Up and down, as the waves hit you right above the knees.

I finally asked, as casually as possible, what you were doing.

You said:

I’m directing waves. Showing them where they need to go.

You kept it up until I eventually told you it was time to go.

I like that you played for so long as if I wasn’t watching.

I hope you always do that.

I love you.

-Dad

Chocolate Donuts

Mom made egg free chocolate donuts special for K this last week.

See, all donuts have eggs in them.

This means that K’s choices at the donut store are limited to choosing either a croissant or a bagel.

Being kind and thoughtful, mom wanted K to have a donut that she could eat and not feel left out.

Mom loves you girls so much.

And she works super hard to be both a good mom at home and keep a great day job.

But – God bless her – those homemade, egg free, donuts were awful!

None of us liked them. But you don’t know till you try, do you?

That’s fine by me though.

A flaky croissant with butter and black coffee will do just fine.

I love you.

-Dad