I took my month-old son to my parents' house for a visit. During the first night back in my childhood bedroom, I heard my father get up and start down the .Then I listen to my mother say to him, "Its cold. make sure the baby is covered".
Pretending to be asleep so I could observe the new grandfather in action, I soon learned that I would be Daddy's little girl. When he came in the room, he didnt go near the baby's crib. But he made sure I was tucked in before he shuffled back down the hall.
Contributed by Brenda Collins Blume
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