It was on, it was off. On the single last day I had to make this happen the stars aligned. So I’m still graduating and sitting for the Bar. I am exceptionally grateful I got such a head start on Bar study because I’m now only a week behind schedule instead of 3. As expected I’ve a little extra work ahead of me and I’m sure a handful of disappointments, such as the fact that I probably won’t be running the Beast, but priorities are set and I’m back in the fight as of tomorrow.
When my daughter was about 1 I experienced the saddest moment of my life. She was walking around in the living room and proceeded to pee on the carpet. She looked at her mother and I, and having seen us do this countless times before, she went and grabbed a towel and tried to clean up the carpet.
This afternoon that moment met its match. I was picking her up from preschool and the moment she saw me she flew across the room to her mailbox and pulled out a small bag, “Daddy! Open it!”
So I untie the ribbon on it and retrieve a plaster thing with shells and rocks glued in it. “Happy Father’s Day daddy!”
“Oh wow! This is awesome sweetheart! Thank you so much. Can I put this on my desk?”
“Yeah! Give it to me to put away to keep safe for you.”
So I hand her the plaster object and she starts to put it in the bag, when CRASH! it falls onto the ground and explodes. I look up at her and she is just standing there quietly looking at me. Painfully slowly her eyes begin to well with tears. Her lip begins to quiver. She opens her mouth and slobber connects the top and bottom of her mouth.
She falls apart in perhaps the saddest moment I’ve ever experienced. “Daddy….*sniff* *sniff* daddy. Daddy. Daddy. That was for y…y..you…” <insert hugs/tears/promises to reglue the impossible>
