When I was a little kid, maybe 4 or 5, my mom always put me to bed by 9pm. But my dad liked to stay up and watch the 9 o'clock movie when a western or action movie was on. So he'd plea my case and we'd make a bowl of popcorn (it was this lime green tuperware bowl) and I'd climb up on his lap in his recliner (it was a brown naugahide recliner with tan tweeded seating). We'd sit there and eat popcorn and I'd drink his coke. Then I'd curl up and put my head against his heart. I'd lay there and listen to his heart and watch the figures moving across the TV screen until my eyes closed and I fell fast asleep. He would pick me up and carry me into bed and kiss me on the forehead. Most of the time he would wake me when he started to move, but I'd lay there and pretend to be asleep the whole time so I wouldn't miss my kiss.

This is my safe spot.

 

I wanted to share this.  This Friday, 2/28, my dad would have been 65 years old.  He died 2 years ago from lung cancer.  I miss him so much.