Jemma said to me yesterday, "I love Papa the most, and then you."
"Okay," I said.
Then she went on - just to make sure I understood.
"I love you this much." She held her hands apart about a foot. I nodded.
"No..." she corrected herself, moving them closer together, "this much."
She was completely serious. And maybe I should have felt slighted, but I'm familiar with how there are moments when love can be overwhelming - and how what you feel for one person can sometimes eclipse what you're feeling for everyone and everything else. (I have often felt this way about her.)
I couldn't help laughing. I got it. At that moment she loved her Dad a lot more than me.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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I love the way you write. I feel like I was right there with you. I miss you.
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