A Daughter's Laughter

It's me and my lil angel again o.

So, she was dressed up for church. She had on a new gown freckled with frills all over. She felt princessly.
Her gaits changed with brisk steps.  From the catlike to the slow, and then to the stomping.
As she stomped, she broke into a chorus.
'If you're happy and you know
Stamp you feet.
Jam jam.
Jam jam.

The more she sang, the brighter her shoe shone. You know those  shoes shoes with bright lights at the heel.
The bright light were her right to a good day.

She earned her happiness and I found happiness in her gratitude.

Then. She went cold.
Something was making her day incomplete. She was moody. I went limp myself.

She found her way to me and said
'Daddy, my finger hurts'

She showed me the finger and I saw nothing hurting or hurtful therein. I could excise the whole hand and not feel a loss.

Against my brusque best, I took time to listen VERY WELL.
I looked at the finger and saw nothing still. So, I brought out my phone flashlight and yes, there was it.  A cut less than the edge of a razor blade.

I saw it.  She was EXTREMELY happy I saw it. He joy flowed once again.

And she shared the story of her injury.
Auntie broke something and 'my fingers wouldn't stay by itself and I hurt myself'

I listened to every single word.  I was happy. She was exhilarated. My Sunday was complete.

Hmmmmmm