When he sends me one I feel y'all will enjoy, I share them - over in the right hand column. SOTD's.
My mama says I'm going through - da da da dum - the change. Whatever that means. Yes - I know, please, no one send me a biology lesson.
Because of this I seem to cry easily lately. For someone that never cries, I must say I've sent my family on a rollercoaster ride.
So, on Monday when I got my SOTD, I cried. Not because of - da da da dum - the change, but because of the man. Chuck wrote about my daddy.
Here is Monday's SOTD.
Just in time for tomorrow,
here's this week's Song Of The Day:
We tend to think of the people around us strictly in the present sense. If a person is, say, 74 years old, we can only "see" them as "being" 74. I'm really trying to break free of this limitation by imagining older people as their younger selves, and younger people as the older folks they will eventually become. That having been said, if I were to write a song for my father-in-law (who happens to be 74), this is precisely the song that I would attempt to write. I like to imagine him as being a bashful, funny kid from Carthage, and I like to think that this song would make perfect sense to him. Sending this one out to the 12-year-old in you, James.
This is my daddy as a skinny twelve year old boy.
When he started first grade my Ma would walk him to school. When she got back home he'd be there, on the front porch, having beat her back. Everyday when she walked away from the school he would escape back home by way of the shortcut.
The teacher finally taught him alone - on the front steps of the school. Teachers did that then, because they could.
Daddy was shy. Still is. His ears were big. Still are.
But he's mine - and I would have no other.
