I am in the lobby of our church talking to a friend when this vision of beauty catches my eye. Its clear from the smile, graceful walk, and radiance it is my wife. She too is always gorgeous. In her arms is a baby. No, no, not just a baby. This is the always smiling, ready to party, everyone is a friend kind of baby. She is in her sailor suit her grandmother bought for her and looking quite nice.
Now as she enters the lobby not only do I feel excited about the two beautiful women in my life approaching but my ears pick up whispering. "Look at that cute baby." "Awwwww. " "Now that is adorable." Soon the whispering is matched by pointing and gawking. She is the buzz. Strangers now come up to tell us how cute she is. "The cutest outfit ever." "She always looks so good." "Can I hold her?" Gianna now rewards her onlookers with a smile gift to each of them as a 'Thank you' for there compliments and well wishes.
But the admiration train does not end here. No, Dad must get more out of this. So onward to Sunday School we go. By passing the nursery with quickness we go to where our friends are and hopefully more oncoming traffic of enthusiast. One class leaves as the other enters. A perfect spot to perch, as if by coincidence, and await the gazes and drooling. For she is a little girl. And even her toes send people into putty. With this personality to compliment the dress she is officially the worlds perfect baby. And I, I hold the proof. They now pour out of the room "running into us" and saying how lovely she looks. The masses now began to grow and we are the source of the blocked hallway. Praises rain down and what she does not soak up I then gather in. Charissa is catching up now, for she is in the middle of real conversations. But not I. No this is the highlight of my week.
Sadly it is now time for Sunday school to start. So I hand Gianna back to Charissa to go to the nursery. I know my show off time went very well and with my smile as big as the door I step into the room.
After we come home we talk about what we learned. I put Gianna down for her nap and then realize I have to wait 6 and 1/2 more days to do it again.
But the admiration train does not end here. No, Dad must get more out of this. So onward to Sunday School we go. By passing the nursery with quickness we go to where our friends are and hopefully more oncoming traffic of enthusiast. One class leaves as the other enters. A perfect spot to perch, as if by coincidence, and await the gazes and drooling. For she is a little girl. And even her toes send people into putty. With this personality to compliment the dress she is officially the worlds perfect baby. And I, I hold the proof. They now pour out of the room "running into us" and saying how lovely she looks. The masses now began to grow and we are the source of the blocked hallway. Praises rain down and what she does not soak up I then gather in. Charissa is catching up now, for she is in the middle of real conversations. But not I. No this is the highlight of my week.
Sadly it is now time for Sunday school to start. So I hand Gianna back to Charissa to go to the nursery. I know my show off time went very well and with my smile as big as the door I step into the room.
After we come home we talk about what we learned. I put Gianna down for her nap and then realize I have to wait 6 and 1/2 more days to do it again.
2 comments:
That's a hilarious story. If I hadn't gone to Saturday night service, I'd think you were picking up some of the whispers about Kylynn's good looks.
Too fun. Keep enjoyin' it.
Kyle C.
Wow, John. Paternal pride going a little far? ;)
Holly
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