Tonight I joined my dad in watching Spectre, a 007 feature.
Turns out I forgot how much I love James Bond. And my dad.
It was a treat to see my papa, surrounded by familiar faces, friends & a deep sense of community. It is the center in which they gather.
The movie is gripping & exciting from beginning to end. I speed a little on the drive home.
The best part is the ending. Not the movie. The end of my night. I take off, after texting a “hello, baby, are you well?” to the little. I see my dad drive pass, happy he got to his car after walking me to mine.
I take off a few minutes later & the car behind me politely waits as I back up, eyes adjusting to the darkness. My night vision isn’t perfect after my visual laser enhancement. Ironic, I know.
I put forward & the car pulls up next to me. My dad waves at me, assured that my car can start & that I can get home safely.
See these are little things, perhaps. But you see, what’s more, that these are the biggest things.
I am easily moved, true. But I am touched by the little ways people I love show they love me.
It means a lot, to be looked after. When much of my day is spent keeping a tiny human from self infliction of pain & danger, it is refreshing to be the looked after.
Thank you daddy for looking out, always. Your kids are looking out for you too.
