There is just something about a little girl and her daddy - especially the southern variety. He is the light in her eyes, her first true love! My daddy (and my moma) raised two strong and independent girls (and one kick-ass guy too!). He made damn sure we could take care of ourselves...careful to pass along "necessary" lessons. We learned to check the oil in our cars, mow the grass and proficiently use a hammer to drive a nail.
The very first time I remember trying to use a hammer I was tapping old nails into the lids of mason jars. Jars and nails found in my daddy's garage - where you can still find at least one of anything. My best friend and I were readying ourselves for a serious evening of catching lightnin' bugs, making sure their new home had sufficient "breathing holes." I can't remember how old we were, but young enough to believe the little fellas would still be glowing atop my dresser the next morning. Of course, they weren't, and I can still remember the disappointment when we woke up and peered into that old jar.
Though I am now a grown woman, today I feel exactly like that little girl...... All of the excitement of the future glowing in front of me and the realization that eventually some lights go out. My daddy, the first light in my eyes, is sick. Oh how I wish spring would hurry and wake-up the lightnin' bugs.
Always..............
Susan
