Aside from waking up, I can tell anyone precisely when the best part of my day will occur. Everyday at 8 pm, I talk to my daughter. It’s great. Everyday, I get to talk to the one person who is guaranteed to accept and love me for who I am.
Many days, the promise of getting to talk to her keeps me from going out and doing something stupid. Many lives, my own included, have been saved by the promise of being able to have a short, daily conversation with my little girl.
Properly distilled, I think that her smile could cure cancer, blindness, arthritis, and bad attitudes. I’d take it straight to the vein if I could.
When things are going to hell in a hand basket, she single-handedly restores balance to the Force and makes everything alright. Darth Vader, Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun, and Dick Cheney wouldn’t stand a chance against her. She could wipe them out entirely with a laugh and a song.
So next time anybody calls me at eight and gets ignored, it’s because I am talking to the most important person in the universe. And if anyone doesn’t like it, who cares.
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