Tonight, after dinner, we dropped Marc's truck off at the dealership to have it serviced. Yes, something is wrong. :( Hopefully it won't be too expensive, but that isn't the point of my post.
Since I had followed Marc, I was hanging out with Nate in my car waiting for him to fill out the service request and drop the keys in the box. OF COURSE, Sydney was with him. She wants to be wherever Dad is and I do mean wherever. He could be rummaging through a disgusting dumpster and she'd jump in after him.
My car was idling, the radio was playing Rascal Flatts and Nate was soundly sleeping in the backseat. I was just passing time, gazing at my surroundings. It wasn't long before I realized I had left the house in my slippers. I grinned and kept gazing. Marc took Sydney out of the truck and headed in my direction. It was a moment that took my breath away.
I'm so amazed sometimes. There is this big, strong and confident man made so weak and gushy by one touch from his tiny Princess. Then there is Sydney, a spunky little chick who so looks up her Dad. He's her hero.
The two of them headed in my direction. Sydney had her stuffed animal in tow (a Backyardigans character) and her hair was, as always, falling around the nape of her neck. Marc guided her along, tucked her safely into her seat and headed to drop the keys. Not before he shot me one sweet look, made sweeter by his messy hair. I just love that. :) They can be so much alike. :)
So, tonight, like many nights, my heart was filled with love and a simple moment was captured for me to remember always. Nothing terribly exciting, but a great impact just the same. It is my life, finding the sweetness in the simple and honest moments. It is remembering how amazingly fortunate I am and savoring every minute I have here.