~Written On Glass~
A sun/heart drawn in the corner splashed wavy rays across the window. Small stick-figure girls jumped rope and played hop-scotch sill to sill. A dog with a head larger than its body frolicked with them, a big smile drawn across its doggy face. There was writing across the bottom of the scene, a caption of sorts.
He was cold, standing out there in the yard. Having spent the day working in the chill Colorado weather, Jeremy had entertained himself with thoughts of coming home to a warm house. Scrutinizing the front-room window, he forgot all about the cold. Lacy, his six-year-old daughter, must have gotten busy right after school to create such a busy picture.
Jeremy stepped closer and bent down, the better to see her artwork. The writing was scrawled and awkward to read; he was hard put to make it out and there was the artist’s own finger! He looked into Lacy’s big brown eyes and she blew him a kiss through the window. Jeremy caught it on his cheek and headed for the front door. Lacy wheeled her chair to meet him and hugged his head warmly when he bent to kiss her face. “Mrs. Wiley baked us a cherry pie,” she whispered into his ear.
Jeremy held her at arm’s length. “Did she leave you alone again?”
Lacy’s eyes swam behind thick lenses. She was tiny and frail, appeared even more so between the wheels of her chair, to everyone but Jeremy, that is. His number one girl was gifted in every way and he knew it. “Mrs. Wiley knows I’m a big girl and can take care o’ myself ‘til you get home,” Lacy beamed.
“So you are!” Jeremy chortled. “Now how ‘bout some o’ that pie?”
“I’m gonna have a little nap,” Lacy replied. “Now you’re home to watch me, I bemembered I’m tired.”
Jeremy lifted her from the chair and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and smoothed the hair back from her forehead. “That’s a wonderful picture you drew on the window.”
Lacy smiled. “It’s you ‘n me.”
Jeremy removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand. Lacy was already asleep, the smile still on her face. Oh yes, this was the warmth he had longed for all day. He went to the window for an inside view. There was his little girl, doing all the things little girls do. He imagined Lacy running in her dreams. And there he was, not a dog after all, with that big Daddy head and smile.
He bent over to read the caption. It was even harder to read from inside the house because Lacy had written it backwards. A tear rolled down Jeremy’s cheek. Frontward or backward didn’t matter; Lacy’s message was the only truth he would ever need to know: ‘I LOVE MY DADDY’
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A sun/heart drawn in the corner splashed wavy rays across the window. Small stick-figure girls jumped rope and played hop-scotch sill to sill. A dog with a head larger than its body frolicked with them, a big smile drawn across its doggy face. There was writing across the bottom of the scene, a caption of sorts.
He was cold, standing out there in the yard. Having spent the day working in the chill Colorado weather, Jeremy had entertained himself with thoughts of coming home to a warm house. Scrutinizing the front-room window, he forgot all about the cold. Lacy, his six-year-old daughter, must have gotten busy right after school to create such a busy picture.
Jeremy stepped closer and bent down, the better to see her artwork. The writing was scrawled and awkward to read; he was hard put to make it out and there was the artist’s own finger! He looked into Lacy’s big brown eyes and she blew him a kiss through the window. Jeremy caught it on his cheek and headed for the front door. Lacy wheeled her chair to meet him and hugged his head warmly when he bent to kiss her face. “Mrs. Wiley baked us a cherry pie,” she whispered into his ear.
Jeremy held her at arm’s length. “Did she leave you alone again?”
Lacy’s eyes swam behind thick lenses. She was tiny and frail, appeared even more so between the wheels of her chair, to everyone but Jeremy, that is. His number one girl was gifted in every way and he knew it. “Mrs. Wiley knows I’m a big girl and can take care o’ myself ‘til you get home,” Lacy beamed.
“So you are!” Jeremy chortled. “Now how ‘bout some o’ that pie?”
“I’m gonna have a little nap,” Lacy replied. “Now you’re home to watch me, I bemembered I’m tired.”
Jeremy lifted her from the chair and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and smoothed the hair back from her forehead. “That’s a wonderful picture you drew on the window.”
Lacy smiled. “It’s you ‘n me.”
Jeremy removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand. Lacy was already asleep, the smile still on her face. Oh yes, this was the warmth he had longed for all day. He went to the window for an inside view. There was his little girl, doing all the things little girls do. He imagined Lacy running in her dreams. And there he was, not a dog after all, with that big Daddy head and smile.
He bent over to read the caption. It was even harder to read from inside the house because Lacy had written it backwards. A tear rolled down Jeremy’s cheek. Frontward or backward didn’t matter; Lacy’s message was the only truth he would ever need to know: ‘I LOVE MY DADDY’
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