Over the Thanksgiving weekend we spent a lot of time together as a family. It was refreshing and we all had a great time. There were a few conversations that Hannah and I had after everyone else went to bed. Hannah and I seem to be the night owls in our house.
Not too long ago, Sonya’s brother’s dog, Daisy, was run over by a car. It was pretty tragic to their family that has two daughters around 8 and 9 years old. Apparently, one of Hannah’s cousins was sharing the story of the tragic death of Daisy.
Hannah: Dad, do you remember Daisy the dog?
Me: Yes.
Hannah: Well she died.
Me: That’s what I heard.
Hannah: She got run over by a car and she’s dead.
Me: Oh, that’s sad isn’t it?
Hannah: You know what else? You know where she’s at?
Me: Umm…
Hannah: She’s six feet under!
Me: Excuse me?
Hannah’: She’s six feet under the ground!
Me: Who told you that?
Hannah: Grace (actually it was her cousin Chase)
Me: Um…you want a drink before we go to bed?
Friday night, we were at the hotel and Hannah and I stayed up late. She was watching a movie and I was working on a sermon to preach for Sunday. I had my Bible on the desk and around midnight, Hannah walks over to me at the desk.
She rubs my arm and looks at my Bible and…
Hannah: Dad, can I use your Bible?
Me: Yes, if you promise to be careful with it.
Hannah: Oh, I will…I am going to go up there and preach with you.
Me: Really?
Hannah: Yeah, we are going to go up there together…because I’m a pastor’s daughter.
Me: You are and you can preach with me anytime, honey!
After church Sunday, I said to Hannah, “you forgot to preach with me this morning, I missed you.”
Hannah replied, “I went to the nursery instead and talked to the teacher.”
Awesome conversation! Keep these precious memories forever.
Oh, you are in for some fun days ahead. She is growing up to quick. Keep these coming, at least
I know about her ways of thinking.