Posted by Suzanne McMinn @ 5:05 am | Permalink
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Daily Farmhouse Journal
Lunch was….three hours. Three hours that felt like 20 minutes. Then he came here. To meet the cousins. They loved him right away. I might have to fight Georgia for him. He’s good with old people. He listens. Old people love someone who listens. He’s patient with children and kind to animals. His family goes back in this county 200 years, just like mine….
Then I met him at his office for a walk along the river near where he works. He lives in the CITY. But he wants to live in the country…..
I signed in at the lobby of his office building. He works for the state government, so they have a lot of 9-11 security. I told the guard who I was here to see so he could call him down.
Guard: Are you his daughter?
Me: Yes. Tell him that. Tell him his daughter is here to see him.
::doubled over laughing::
Guard: You’re not his daughter, are you?
Me: No. But I’m going to tell him you said that.
Guard: Please don’t tell him that.
Me: I’m totally telling him that.
52 arrived downstairs.
Me: Hi, Daddy.
Guard, hiding behind his desk. 52, baffled.
Me: He thought I was your daughter.
52: You find this very entertaining, don’t you?
Me: Yes.
52: I’ll be patient till you’re done laughing.
He is patient. Soooo patient. We walked along the river, sat, talked, walked back. He never tried to touch me, not even my hand, not at lunch, not when he came to meet the cousins, not when we went for a walk along the river.
Later, Me: Are you attracted to me?
52: Yes.
Me: How come you haven’t tried to touch me?
52: Did I tell you about my cat?
Me: What about her?
52: I found her outside. She was lost, wild. I left the door open until she came inside on her own. She was so scared I couldn’t touch her for three months. But I was very patient with her and now she loves me.
Me, swoon…..
