|My Daddy - Obie Dawson|
One of my most treasured memories is when, as a little girl, Daddy would come home from work at night. Always a Daddy's girl, I'd run out to meet him, and he'd swoop me up into one arm, still holding his lunch pail in the other hand. (Inside, Daddy usually had kept something for me...half of his Snowball cupcake or a little box of black licorice...something sweet. LOL) As soon as he picked me up, I'd hug him as tight as I could squeeze - and rub my face against his five o'clock shadow. I loved the rough, whiskery feel. And Daddy always laughed and said, "Stop that! You'll scratch your face." Always...
I can still feel that roughness against my cheek. It's a tactile memory that I pray I never forget. When I'm old and lying on my deathbed, that's a memory I'd like to still have in vivid detail.
What about you? What's a special memory that makes you smile?