I’m not much for the mall. I grab what I want and get out.
Yesterday as part of my daughter’s birthday, I took her and a friend to the mall to shop. Sounds like a horrible time for an older guy, but we do what we have to for our kids.
So I took the hit. I walked behind and held back. I let them do their thing.
And I watched.
I watched my daughter interact with her friend. And it was kind of magical.
I don’t get to see this side of her much. Her face lit up and actually having conversation. And seeing her purely happy not worrying about homework and matching band, etc.
Her friend, Kimmie, is one if the best influences in her life. That kid works at school, home, and even has a job at sixteen. She appreciates the value of a dollar. She appreciates the importance of friendship. I have a lot of respect and admiration for her.
I sat on benches outside stores for more time than I have in all my fifty-three years.
But it was worth it.
Just to see them smile.
That’s it. That’s the post.