Hold me Daddy

Today at church was the best possible day to be at church. All the little kids sang songs for Palm Sunday. It was amazing. One kid sneezed and snot was all over...running down his face. Luckily, his dad came to the rescue. His father rushed up to the front of the church and used his bare hand to wipe the little boys face. It was so cute, yet hilarious at the same time. Then a little girl stayed in her daddy's arms the whole service. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and she looked as if nothing could be done to her to cause her harm. She knew she was safe. Her daddy had her. Then, right in front of me, there was a little boy singing with his dadThe dad had his arm around his son and the little boy had his arm around his father. It was so very cute.

It made me remember all the times that I wanted to be my daddy's little girl. And believe me I was. I was spoiled beyond comprehension. I loved the days I got to go to work with my dad and ride around in his truck with him. Granted he worked with smelly cattle, I still loved it. It made me feel wanted and loved. And I know that he enjoyed my company, even if I did get in the way sometimes. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be his little farmer girl.

I was his little girl then, and I am still his little girl now. He worries about me constantly. Always wants me to come home. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all this but deep down at least I know he cares. And that he still wants me to be his little girl. I miss the feeling of being 5 years old. I miss it so much. I wish I could just go home and say, "Daddy, let me go to work with you".