It's quiet this morning. I hear the wind chimes, birds, the angry chatter of a squirrel. and Sweet Wife's gentle footsteps as she putters around the house. I'll miss her next week when she returns to work.
Little Bit had a nice long visit with us last evening. She walked into the family room and to my chair and gently placed her hands on my face. She leaned and gently gave me a tiny kiss. Asked if she could really sit in my lap. I took her and placed her on my right leg, she leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. We didn't say a word, each to the other, for several minutes. I soaked in her love.
"Don't ever leave me again."
"I'll try, Honey, but Papa couldn't help it. I was sick, Honey."
"Did you try to go to Heaven, Papa. Did you want to see your mommy?"
I glanced over at Sweet Wife. She's quietly shedding tears. Little Bit still has a bear hug on me.
"No, Punkin, Papa didn't want to go to Heaven. I wanted to stay here with you and Nana."
"Okay, Papa. Can you walk?"
"Yes, slowly. Why?"
"Cause you need to get up and go to my room. We need to play."