Lovely moment at the kitchen counter last night...setting the table for supper with 14-year-old daughter Fiona.
I flipped on my iPod and some music I'd just downloaded...the first song was one Fiona and I had caught at the tail-end of a tv show Wednesday night. "Be Still." Kind of a meditation on stress and hope and friendship in crazy times. It had caught our attention, hers and mine--so I found it on iTunes the next day. A sweet song.
So we were setting the table, plating the tortellini, and I asked Fiona if she recognized the tune.
She scrunched up her face a bit, recognizing something about it, but needing more time.
Then, yes, she got it. The song from the show. Yes! "Dad," she said, an uncensored moment of appreciation, "you're awe--"
But, you're 14: your dad's so old, so outdated, so...goofy. He can't possibly be... he can't really be...could he be awe--? On her face, I saw this very quick calculation. My dad? Awe--? Oh my!
She didn't finish the word, caught herself before she said something unimaginably sweet. But I think I know what she meant. Kind of swee--!