I just love how Sophia will sing as loudly as I will. She knows all the words to what she calls her favourite 'white-car songs'. Words could never say the way he says my name he calls me lovely. Can't hold my love back from you, can't hold my love back from you, i've gotta sing i've gotta sing, sing my love. It was father's day and we were definitely still feeling the Daddy love and our disappointment was quickly being replaced by that bubbling happiness that lines like this bring: you would not believe the way he touches me he burns right through me. And this: there is a love that is as strong as death. Not the tragic Romeo and Juliet kind, but the utterly exquisite euphoria inducing kind. I forgot how much I love long trips singing in the car.
Destination Omaha. One of our places. We hadn't been since Easter and we'd been missing it.
Sophia got her fix of that beloved Maori statue of hers (affectionately known as blue statue), and we both got our fix of fresh air and exercise in the form of meanders down the beach and along the paths...
...and a bit of soccer with Uncle Jono.
Ah...the delight!
After a number of refreshing Omaha hours, a long drive back home in the dark and a warm bath, Daddy called to say he'd finished for the day. So, Sophia in pjs and all, we hopped in the car and drove off to have that father's day quality time we'd been so excited about. It might not have been breakfast but it was just as fun. Possibly even more.
Sure, it was well past her bedtime, but sometimes routine is nowhere near as important as soul food. In this case: icecream after dark with that man we'd been missing.
There it was again, that little family value that keeps popping up to see what we'll do with it: life's what you make of it. One of many mottos under constant practice in our home--and I think we're getting better at it. :)
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