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?
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?
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.
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.”