Yesterday wasn't exactly a fun one on the old home front. My IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) kicked in for an episode, so I spent much of the day in the bathroom. And Cailyn was here, not understanding why I wasn't available at her every beck and call. Not too much fun for the old DadDad.
There were occasions when I was able to spend some time with her, though. Like when we had a party together. I had some party favors left over from the sermon on Sunday. Yep. You heard right. Party favors. Sermon. Hey. There's never a dull moment at Seaside. The teaching was on the completion of the second Temple in the Book of Ezra. They had a party. Why not?
So I put on the little miniature dunce cap and some goofy glasses like I did Sunday. Cailyn tried the hat, but clumsy fingered DadDad let the rubber band slip and smack her chin, so she wanted no part of that action. She looked great in the goofy glasses, though. And she loved the ring and one of those things you blow into and the rolled-up part unfurls. It didn't make any noise, but the action was fun.
With all that great stuff, she wanted to have a party. We started out in the office, but that just wasn't working for her. Then her eyes lit up. Scary sight, that one getting an idea. Reminded me of some of the ideas her Dad got. She had just the place for our party. The bathroom. Why in the world would we want to have a party in the bathroom? I asked her. And she had an answer immediately. With a tone that unmistakably said, "of course you know the answer to that question – everyone does," her voice said, "'Cause you can be quiet in there, DadDad." Oh. OK. Makes perfect sense, I guess.
Ecclesiastes 5:5 says, "It is better not to vow than to make a vow and not fulfill it."
Father, thank you for miniature dunce caps and goofy glasses and parties in bathrooms. And time spent with beautiful little girls. Amen.
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