Oh my

Wednesday, 9:56 am

By Kate

Aug

22

2007

Well, my woodpile arrived in the driveway this morning. It does seem rather large, doesn’t it?

My wood guy is a large man—tall, and muscular. He shaves his head and wears a gold earring. He reminds me of a latter day pirate. Or, I could easily see him on a huge Harley with his leathers on. A couple of years ago, he showed up wearing a red bandanna on his head and all he really needed was a parrot on his shoulder. He’s a good looking man, but gruff and a little prickly.

Today he brought his 10 year old daughter with him. She was in the truck’s cab with her nose deeply entrenched in a book. She’s an absolutely gorgeous child.

“Is that your daughter?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“She’s beautiful,” I said.

His face broke out into the biggest smile. “Oh, she’s the light of my life!”

The transformation was astonishing. Every vestige of gruffness was instantly gone. His eyes shined. He looked every inch the proud papa.

That just made my day. I’m still smiling. Probably will all day.