As I lay there half asleep, I see HIM coming, eighteen months old,
clumsy and curious. He climbs up on the bed, I feel him drawing
nearer,
and a breathless, tentative whisper "Daddy!?!?!". I smile inwardly,
not
knowing what to expect.....
Suddenly, he shoves his finger halfway up my nose, instantly wide
awake, I grab him as I laugh and cry at the same time, for no matter
how long I live, I will carry this precious memory with me...
No matter what becomes of me
or if I end up in the deepest darkest pits of hell
I Will remember things such as these
and have a reason to smile.
So...
no matter what pain and despair I suffer
I AM a Believer that there are moments in everyone's life
that makes it all worthwhile
