Random musings about random lovey-dovey conversations
My father is very doting. As old as I am, he fondly whistles songs into my ears, pulls my cheeks, and sings for joy whenever he sees me again after a long time. Sometimes, my mother teases him that he loves me (and all my siblings, as a matter of fact) that if he could, he would swallow us so that we could all be inside his stomach and never leave him again. This evening at mass, I sat behind a family that had of two young girls- probably 8/9 years old and 6/7 years old. The younger girl was soon hitched on her father’s side, and I wondered why the father would carry such a big girl, who was obviously heavy. In my mind, I was like “see this old woman acting like a baby”, and then I imagined if I would oblige Lucia, my sister, had she made such a demand. When I realized I probably wouldn’t, something else came to my mind. Why would such a big girl want her daddy to …