Being A Dad

We had our routine that started when she was just a toddler. I would leave her at her grandmother’s house. I would kiss and hug her goodbye knowing it would be several days before I could see her again. She would pull the large curtains away and stand in the front window, her small hands pressed against the glass. We would smile at each other as I walked back to the car. She would wave as I blew her kisses. Backing up I would wave until I started driving away from the house, waving until she was out of sight, her standing in the window until I was gone. My heart would sink as I began to miss her. Seattle