MOVING RIGHT ALONG...

We are moving our daughter today. This is her second move in a year. She has been leasing a loft apartment in a condominium. The condo has been sold. Our daughter has to move. She found a two bedroom apartment closer to the center of town and in an area that she loves. It is a good move. But if you are going to move, you need some help. So, today, on the hottest day of the year, we are going to move boxes and boxes of stuff. Tomorrow the professional movers will do the furniture moving. But today, it is the amateurs, family. Two days ago we had family, from out of town and out of state, watching our daughter play in an ultimate Frisbee game. After the game we were talking and making plans for this morning’s move. We start early at eight and plan on beating the heat. It is always a good idea to feed the workers and tempt them with good food so that they show up. The wise guys in the family asked, “What’s for breakfast? Steak and eggs?” My wife started to volunteer me to make sourdough cinnamon rolls for breakfast but I stopped her. “That’s already taken care of.” At the steak and eggs question I had glanced over at my daughter. She had that look in her eye, “Dad, I need you to make cinnamon rolls.” In that split second the request had been made and acknowledged. No spoken words, just a look between a daughter and her father. The cinnamon rolls will be eaten quickly and greatly appreciated by my brother who is in town for his annual visit. He really enjoys my cinnamon rolls and will say wonderful things about them. But the good feelings I will have listening to his praises will pale in comparison to how I feel when my daughter looks at me and says, “Dad, I need you to…”