I Am a Writer
Another fictional story out of my thoughts and onto a page for you to enjoy...
Vision of Love
by Trace Avery
The rain is falling ever so slightly and the wood ducks have gathered together in the pond out back. With the blinds pulled open, they can be seen clearly from my glass patio doors. They are busy swimming about, ducking and diving for their morning meal.
I know it’s a normal sight from my home and this time of year in the deep south but today it’s different in a really nice way.
Today I see my beautiful adult daughter as she stands at the glass patio doors cooing in amazement with her small darling child beside her.
She is pointing at the sight of the wildlife before them and I smile because I am one lucky guy to witness a beautiful bond forming in the expressions and actions of the two as I stand behind them watching.
Never before has small eyes seen such a sight and the smile continues to crossing my lips as the two turn motioning for me to join them.
With the out reaching of their hands and arms, they signify the unity that is desired.
I don't hesitate, without another thought I am moving over to their side and hand in hand, my sweet daughter and I are caught up sharing in the gift of a child seeing God’s creation in motion on the outside and feeling God’s gift of love on the inside.
Vision of Love
by Trace Avery
The rain is falling ever so slightly and the wood ducks have gathered together in the pond out back. With the blinds pulled open, they can be seen clearly from my glass patio doors. They are busy swimming about, ducking and diving for their morning meal.
I know it’s a normal sight from my home and this time of year in the deep south but today it’s different in a really nice way.
Today I see my beautiful adult daughter as she stands at the glass patio doors cooing in amazement with her small darling child beside her.
She is pointing at the sight of the wildlife before them and I smile because I am one lucky guy to witness a beautiful bond forming in the expressions and actions of the two as I stand behind them watching.
Never before has small eyes seen such a sight and the smile continues to crossing my lips as the two turn motioning for me to join them.
With the out reaching of their hands and arms, they signify the unity that is desired.
I don't hesitate, without another thought I am moving over to their side and hand in hand, my sweet daughter and I are caught up sharing in the gift of a child seeing God’s creation in motion on the outside and feeling God’s gift of love on the inside.
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