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I found myself thinking of the oddest things as I wrapped Christmas gifts. I thought about the bags and bags of pillows that my grandmother would bring when she would visit. I thought about the crocheted bobbles that would hang from home-made ribbon-bows that now hang on my Christmas tree. I thought about the way I'd look down the fan and watch the presents get put under the tree on Christmas Eve. But most of all I found myself thinking about my dad. My daddy is the best Christmas present wrapper that I have ever met. How he got every fold perfectly symmetrical I'll never know. There isn't a ragged edge to be found. And I swear he only uses one piece of tape to hold the entire thing together. It's a work of art when he's done. I remember distinctly feeling guilty about ripping open a present that he wrapped. It's one of the many talents that my dad has that amazes me. (Seriously... you should try his French toast.) It's that meticulousness, that incredible attention to detail, that makes my dad so successful at his job, such a devoted friend and confidant, and above-all, the greatest father that a girl could ask for. I'll tell you why...it's because my daddy meticulously and delicately, wrapped my heart in love since the day that I was born.

 

1 comments:

slrobinsons said...

OK Tina. You succeeded in making me cry.

Mom

Me too! Love ya.
Dad

December 19, 2009 at 7:54 PM  

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