Happy Monday, Everyone!
So, I had a great conversation with my dad last night, and I can’t lie—it brought tears to my eyes.
It started off like a regular conversation, with my dad asking me how college life was treating me and all, and of course I had to ask if he and Mom were being on their “best behavior.” I also made sure to tell my dad that about my exclusive Psalm paper, in which I received an A+. He was quick to congratulate me, then he insisted that I mail a copy to Pastor & Mrs. Clark sometime this week.
And then it happened.
Somewhere in the midst of the conversation, my dad began to tell me how he cradled me in his arms for the very first time. “You were barely four hours old,” he reminisced. “But you were just the cutest little lady this side of the Mississippi.” My dad then went on to tell me how he had always wanted a girl, just because he always wanted a princess of his own. He tried in vain to hide his glee when he said that God blessed he and my mom with a beautiful bubbly little baby girl on February 10, 1994. Naturally, upon hearing such a statement, I started to blush.
My dad then went on to tell how he noticed my maturation level in just a short period of time; according to my dad, I grew more spiritually and mentally mature than anything else. As I listened to his every word, I could literally hear the joy in his voice when he called me a very special young woman with a future as bright as my eyes, yet at the same time, he guaranteed that no matter how old I got, I would always be his little honeybee. As a matter of fact, if I could quote my dad, he said: “You could live to be a hundred and fifty-two—you’ll always be my precious little honeybee, and that ain’t gonna never change. I really don’t know what happened to the time, though—it seemed like yesterday you were three years old and I was lifting you high in the air like you were Simba from The Lion King. You even promised that you wouldn’t grow up so fast. Oh, well—I guess you couldn’t stay a toddler forever. Nevertheless, Honeybee, always remember that I love you and I’m proud of you, and I always will be.”
I couldn’t help but shed a couple of tears upon hearing how much joy I brought to my daddy’s life over the years, considering that I may have grown up quicker than he expected. It’s also nice to know that my dad considers me his hero… y’all gotta learn to read between the lines! But anyway, I’m feeling so great after that conversation with my dad yesterday evening. I only wish that I was there in L.A. with him when he was giving me this speech, just so I could give him a great big hug and one of my butterfly kisses on his cheek.
Oh, well—that’s gonna be the first thing I do when I return to Cali for the Christmas vacation!
Until next time, y’all take care, and I’ll holla at’cha tomorrow.
Smooches,
Natasha
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