“Can we please read one more story daddy?” She said with a sweet little voice.
“Maybe this afternoon baby”, I said, “but we have to go to school now so let’s pack up”.
“Ok, (anticipatory giggles from a very cute four year old) I just love these stories.” She says with one last big eyed look that said “please daddy” without saying “please daddy”.
A Disney story? Mickey, Donald, Minne and Goofy in their latest crazy day. Maybe the latest tale of a princess and her prince? Perhaps even one more story about Ariel and Sebastian singing “under the sea” as they dream of being a human (and have you noticed disobeying Dad quite a bit while doing it).
None of the above.
This morning it was actually David and Goliath first followed by a tale of a man named Jonah eaten by a very large fish.
There is a love and a yearning for the Bible in my child’s heart. A little habit of the heart that has formed and is teaching me.
Do I yearn for one more story? Do I still realize the great adventure and the great wisdom?
My Kid is growing God’s way and she is causing her Dad to as well.