Sadness! My little girl is away for a few days. It’s her second year going to the lake with a friend and her family. She’s actually not a little girl, she’s 17; but upon departure it occurred to her this is her first time away without a family member. Until this trip, one of us (dad, sister, or me) has always accompanied her.
Since I’ve been writing this blog, it’s been a lot about my older daughter, who is getting married. But today I am missing D2.
It’s funny: she’s a very quiet person, but the house is actually even quieter without her—probably because her animated older sister is temporarily without a “straight man.”
D2 is extremely quiet; in fact, my nickname for her is stealth queen. All her life I’ve found myself startled, “Where’s L?” only to turn around and find her standing right behind me.
But today, I turn around, and she’s not standing right behind me.
I miss her devotion to this family: it makes her so happy to be part of this home.
I miss her servanthood: filling her shoes this last couple of days has reminded me how many things she just does around here to keep things nice.
I miss her grin: that kid has got the funniest way of speaking volumes without a single word.
I miss her wackiness! Very few people know what a goofball she is!
I miss her cuisine: tonight we’re going to have to grill our own chicken.
I miss her holiness: this girl often sets the bar for the rest of us, and does so with humility.
I miss her candor: she tells it like it is, that’s for sure.
I miss her logic: I’ve known few people of such common sense and simple solutions.
I miss her beauty: she’s a very lovely creation to see.
I miss her cuteness: she hates this one; but there’s no getting around it.
I miss her gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.
I miss her understanding: she gets me better than anybody (I guarantee when she reads this she’ll know I’m crying right now).
I miss turning around and finding her standing right behind me.