Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Over coat...
For some reason, I was thinking about Dad today in his tan overcoat. He had a way of standing with it on, kind of upright and straight. Good posture. Then, he'd tie his belt, or was it a buckle? After that, he'd reach both hands into his pockets at the same time, take out his leather gloves, slap them together and then put them on. Next, he'd say something positive about what we were about to go and do with his eyes lit up and enthusiasm all over the place. If we were headed to church, he'd ask me if I had my Bible. Didn't matter if I was married, with kids. He was big on that one. I carry one all the time now for fear that he's going to pop out somewhere and ask me where my Bible is. Come on, Dad...I double dog dare you!!!
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