Let Me Show You

The afternoon had warmed and the sun was out. I hadn't really had time to dress or shave so the first time she saw me I probably scared her half to death. I called everyone I knew to tell them, but it wasn't until I was on my way home that the reality sank in. I got into the back seat and stared stupidly out the window all the way home. The trees still swayed in the breeze, the grass was as green as it ever was, the sky still as blue but it was all different now. It was more than I ever knew it could be.

I thought I had lost my wallet. In it was the usual. I.D. A few cards, my drivers license, but the only thing I cared about losing were the pictures of her. I've carried them since they were developed, each of them a moment in time that throws a cloud over my mind as I race back through the years to the days they were taken. At one, two, three years old. I was afraid. Afraid that I'd never be able show them to anybody, anymore, which I still do even though she's so much older now. She's still the only thing that keeps me going.

I found my wallet and I found the pictures. No worries. I should probably put them somewhere safe but I'm going to leave them in my wallet. What kind of father would I be if I couldn't show you a picture the most beautiful girl in the world. My daughter.