Saturday, September 1, 2007

A Thousand Words

Look at that face. Do you know what it's like to have that face say, and I quote, "Daddy, you are cool." Not as a response to anything. Completely unsolicited. "You are cool." It doesn't matter what kinda crappy day you're having - that fixes anything right there. I know, I know- you see one thing she sees another. But why? Here's my theory.

Right now I'm the definition of "cool" in my little girl's eyes because she doesn't care about the things that I'm not, only the things that I am. It's as simple as that.

How awesome is it when the lenses that we use to view each other allow for the filtering out of glaring deficiencies and offer an enhanced ability to focus on the things that make each of us special and unique?

So by my logic, it's conceivable that my little girl may go on thinking I'm cool for quite some time. But I'm fairly certain there's no amount of "lense-filtering" that will allow her to think I'm cool when she's 13 and I'm .........older. Besides, she'll probably be wearing sunglasses.