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I watched as the young child excitedly waited for her Dad to catch up. He looked tired and stressed, she, well she looked elated. She was holding a brand new package of light bulbs, he was pushing a cart piled high with bundles of insulation and sheetrock, boxes of nails and screws, and a brand new weed eater. The had just emerged from the deep caverns of Home Depot. It was a bright sunny day, I was sitting in the car, windows down, radio softly humming in the background of my thoughts. I watched this older man and young child. She skipped along singing at the top of her lungs, blonde wispy hair playing in the wind, eyes full of life and happiness. She looked about 5 or 6. Her pink sweater had several blueberry stains down the front, signs of a muffin enjoyed. She slowed to a walk as she approached their vehicle. Turning and smiling she waited for her hero to come. As he approached pushing the large cart she sang out "Daddy you are so strong to be pushing such a big heavy cart!, I love you!". A smile played on his lips. Admiration and awe shone in her eyes as he lifted the heavy bundles into the truck. She proudly presented her package of light bulbs. "Thank you honey bunches." he said. Finally when all purchases were loaded into the bed of the truck, there was one bag left in the cart. He smiled and suspiciously opened the bag as she looked on in excitement and annticipation. The young girl squealed as he produced a white chocolate Kit Kat from the bag. "Thank you Daddy!" she said. "Your welcome honey bunches, I love you!" I smiled as I saw the man take his princess into his arms and kiss her cheek so tenderly. They climbed into the truck and drove off down the road. A man and his girl.

10 years earlier that was me and my Papa. Where has the time gone? Where have those days flown to? And then I realize.........those days aren't gone. Those days are still here. Thank you Sweet Jesus. I'm still the little wild black haired girl. The girl that still looks with annticipation and excitement to see whats in the bag. I'm still the helper. I'm still my Papas girl. I still remember the days of riding in his truck, drinking Dr. Pepper, laughing, smiling, singing, making memories. Thank you oh God for the man that I am proud and privleged to call my Papa. My heart starts to look forward and dream about the man that will capture my heart. The man that carries the same qualities as my Papa. The man who loves, fears, and serves the same God as my Papa. My heart dreams, and hopes for that day. But until then I am my Papas girl and I will just keep singing, laughing, smiling, making memories. I will keep waiting under the shadow of my heavenly Fathers wings and my earthly fathers authority. Thank you Jesus, for the love note of the man and his daughter in the parking lot. Thank you Jesus for the love note of the man and this daughter. Thank you Jesus for my Father, my Hero, my Papa.
love from your girl, EmilyElizabeth