I had planned an epic post around a revolutionary event featuring Haley Anne (no skallawag, she). And, woven into it was a planned ackwledgement that Rowdy, my Rhodesian Ridgeback, is now one year old.
However, one of life’s unexpected opportunities twists caught me in mid-stride today, and required otherwise swift and decisive action.
I have medals that might mean I’m a hero by some definition. But, I’ll assure you, here, that nothing compares to the awarding of a happy little daughter’s hug.
“Elfie”, a stuffed elf to many, but a meaningful friend to my Emma Jo, had gone missing. We concluded that she was left behind at my new offices during a visit today during some errands.
Emma Jo was devastated. And, her hiccuping plea for Daddy to: “go find her”, a challenge of no uncertain consequence, could not conceivably, go unanswered. And, in fact, she had made it clear that: “only Daddy can do it. he can do anything”.
And, I did just that.
I mounted my steed, in this case my Porsche, and gunned it through the twilight (admittedly with the windows down and cold air whooshing around me, mixing with the strains of Tom Petty blasting from the Bose sound system – and, me howling along, the Knight errant).
Otherwise, no drama.
I arrived home to naught but great fanfare, and an excited: “Elfie’s home!” - and, that big, big wonderful, glorious hug, with extra squeezes, and a smooth face nestled in my neck.
When it comes to Daddy’s and little girls, there is no mountain high enough. And, the rewards – and, awards abound.
Mind… You’ll be hearing about my other daughter, Haley Anne, and her own school-related (revolutionary) heroics, and soon.
I’m listening to Tom Petty’s: You Don’t Know How It Feels. So should you. And, play it loud.
Peace be to my Brothers and sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork