He tilted his head downward with a smile. And hers came up, with a grin. Backpack slung over her slight shoulders. Jeans a little big with hips yet to come. And on her lips the words,
ready
set
GO
And off like a shot they ran. Father and daughter on a cold December morning. Breath floating in front of bodies in motion. Leaves rippling with energy of pumping arms, racing legs. And he lets her win but only by a little.
Big arm wrapped around little girl. And I want to shout but I only think...
it goes by so fast
always tell her you are proud
never leave her alone
be that example of a real, good man
let her know your love
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