Just one of the many reasons I love him
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Because of those mornings. 6:00 a.m.
The sounds coming from the little pink tiled bathroom. The one with the black band around the top. Totally 50s.
The same little pink bathroom that Kate once locked herself into when she was four, thinking she could manage the old-fashioned lock all by herself. And when she couldn’t figure it out I had to run next door to our neighbor, Richard, who thankfully was home and had an extension ladder.
He rescued her from the tower that day.
But her real Prince Charming—my Prince Charming—would begin each day in that little pink bathroom, Kate sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, watching him shave.
And while he shaved, they sang.
And while he could have been singing “Wild Thing” or something Bob Dylan, he instead sang about the blood. Every morning. While he shaved.
While my eyes slowly opened and my brain cleared for the day, I awoke to the sounds of him teaching her the most important song a dad can teach a daughter.
And that’s why I love him.
The sounds coming from the little pink tiled bathroom. The one with the black band around the top. Totally 50s.
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The same little pink bathroom that Kate once locked herself into when she was four, thinking she could manage the old-fashioned lock all by herself. And when she couldn’t figure it out I had to run next door to our neighbor, Richard, who thankfully was home and had an extension ladder.
He rescued her from the tower that day.
But her real Prince Charming—my Prince Charming—would begin each day in that little pink bathroom, Kate sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, watching him shave.
And while he shaved, they sang.
What can wash away my sin? (Him)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! (Her)
What can make me whole again? (Him)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! (Her)
And while he could have been singing “Wild Thing” or something Bob Dylan, he instead sang about the blood. Every morning. While he shaved.
While my eyes slowly opened and my brain cleared for the day, I awoke to the sounds of him teaching her the most important song a dad can teach a daughter.
And that’s why I love him.
