The deer bounded away.
“I’ll bet Dad’s coming back from his walk,” I say.
I watch him through the window.
He plops down on the bench. He has branches in his hands.
“What is he doing?” Tears pool in my eyes. “Is he crying? Praying?”
Not quite. He seems to always miss the deer in spite of
setting out the apples and the pumpkins.
He doesn’t know the legend.
Sissy and I watch for deer, but we’re not sure we want to see them.
“I have a red nose at home,” he says. “I wish I had it.
CENA Jackie hatches a plan.
Surprise! Red pipe cleaners work better than rubber bands.
Grace reacts to a reindeer under the roof.
Jerry, the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Special friends.
It appears more antlers are sprouting.
Remembering the reindeer,
On your feet now—applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter,
sing yourselves into his presence. ~Psalm 100:1
The photo on Dad’s sweatshirt is one of Mom in a swimsuit shortly after they were married.
Oh, how I LOVE this. Mark this one with a star for the family memoir, Sandy – oh, my. Such sweetness. Thanks for the smile this late afternoon, when I’m tired, tired, tired. Surrounded by boxes I need to unpack of mom’s stuff that I don’t need, couldn’t leave with her, but couldn’t give or throw away just yet, either. Sigh. This part is hard, isn’t it? Glad for giggles along the way, that’s for sure.
I’ve been thinking about you these last few days, Diana, and feeling your fatigue. The laughter helped get us through. Glad I could give you a giggle or two. 🙂
This is a classic… just like Rudolph. I love your dad’s sense of humor… what a treasure you have!