Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Falling in Love
The first time I saw her I fell in love with her dark straight hair and voice. I thought she was the most beautiful miracle God had ever created. Her hair soon fell out. Today, twenty-eight years later, her hair is lighter and curly. The sound of her voice still makes me love her.
Five years ago I gave her away to another man. She is my first child and a wonderful daughter. I don't ever regret giving her to her husband. He is a wonderful man and in a number of ways a better person than I am. I guess I did my job well as a father and a man, because she chose a good husband. He loves her like I did, and he does everything to treat her well.
Actually, I love her more today than that day in the hospital twenty-eight short years ago. She fascinates me with her sense of humor and the way she uses words. She is the one who said I was a Yoda. She listened to those Yoda stories and learned. She has a heart that exceeds her small body. The voice can be much larger than the body, but that is the way she lives life. A friend describes her as 'a chocolate covered espresso bean...sweet on the outside and full of energy." As a baby sitting in the high chair, she would fall asleep into her food. Rooms light up when she walks into them, but libraries would close if she ever stopped reading.
I admire her closeness with her sister. They are best friends. She has helped her mom and me point the way for her sister. She trys the same with the youngest her brother.
She has a talent for making elders comfortable. I think it is the way her eyes grow wide as she listens intently to them. Every time her eyes are wide while I talk I wonder if I am one of those 'old elders'.
On your birthday, Paula, I have a wish for you. I hope when you are a parent you have a child as wonderful as you.
Five years ago I gave her away to another man. She is my first child and a wonderful daughter. I don't ever regret giving her to her husband. He is a wonderful man and in a number of ways a better person than I am. I guess I did my job well as a father and a man, because she chose a good husband. He loves her like I did, and he does everything to treat her well.
Actually, I love her more today than that day in the hospital twenty-eight short years ago. She fascinates me with her sense of humor and the way she uses words. She is the one who said I was a Yoda. She listened to those Yoda stories and learned. She has a heart that exceeds her small body. The voice can be much larger than the body, but that is the way she lives life. A friend describes her as 'a chocolate covered espresso bean...sweet on the outside and full of energy." As a baby sitting in the high chair, she would fall asleep into her food. Rooms light up when she walks into them, but libraries would close if she ever stopped reading.
I admire her closeness with her sister. They are best friends. She has helped her mom and me point the way for her sister. She trys the same with the youngest her brother.
She has a talent for making elders comfortable. I think it is the way her eyes grow wide as she listens intently to them. Every time her eyes are wide while I talk I wonder if I am one of those 'old elders'.
On your birthday, Paula, I have a wish for you. I hope when you are a parent you have a child as wonderful as you.
# posted by Yoda @ 9:02 PM 
