Little Moments

I am going to make an effort to begin mending the long damaged relationship between my father and I. So, for the next four weeks, at least, I am going to write every Monday a little blog called Little Moments. And it will feature one positive memory I have of my father growing up. Hopefully remembering these moments will help me continue to value him and my relationship with him. Here is the first entry:

I've been spending a lot of time these days talking to God. I've been trying to fill otherwise empty parts of my day with communicating with Him. I've been talking to Him a lot in the shower when I wake up or before I go to bed. Lots of people think in the shower. I am one of them. And tonight during those quiet minutes with myself and the Lord, I was reminded of one of my favorite memories of my father growing up. I remember the way he used to cup his hand across my forehead to shield my eyes from shampoo while rinsing my hair out as he gave me a bath as a little boy. He always did it just right. And try as I might, I never could do it just as well as he could. And neither could my mom.