glimpse of dad
People have said that they could see Dad in my little Johnnie’s face before, but I didn’t really. Maybe a possibility or potential for it, but nothing too striking. Then this week, on Dad’s birthday, at church game night, “playing” air hockey together, I saw it. His wide eyes, smiling and having fun, being silly. It was a flash of a face I know. I couldn’t get a picture of the exact expression, but I took a few just to remember the moment by. Maybe I can see some of it in the second photo. What a gift it was to get to see that little glimpse of Dad. And on his 65th birthday.
