[Rather than just a single day to honor dads, we’ve done two week. This is
the final installment.]
“Just a minute more, Daddy,” the little girl cried.
“I don’t want to go inside right now; give me one more piggy ride.”
“Just another minute, Daddy,” she said when she was ten.
“I’m not really ready to go to sleep yet, but won’t you please come tuck me
in?”
“Wait a minute, Daddy,” she said when she was a teen.
“My friends don’t have a curfew. How could you be so mean?”
“I’ll talk to you soon, Dad,” she said as she left for school.
“I’ve got to get this stuff in the car; my dorm room’s going to be so cool.”
“I don’t have the time now, Dad,” she said at the end of the day.
“A project’s due, my boss is mad, and I’ve got so many bills to pay.”
“Can I call you back in an hour, Dad?” she asked as the kids went to bed.
“They’re cranky, and they’re driving me crazy. They won’t listen to a word
I’ve said.”
“Just a minute more, Daddy,” she said as he closed his eyes.
“The nurse said I don’t have to go home yet. I need just a little more
time.”
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”