Daddy, don't go...

While listening to Brody's heart broken cries, "Daddy, daddy" this morning after Bobby left for work I realized how not unalike we are.
On this day, 14 years ago, I cried the same cry for the first time, "Daddy, Daddy... don't go... please stay... please call me Daddy's pretty girl one more time... please come in and check on me when you think I am asleep, when secretly I'm smiling under the covers to be so loved... please take me with you to get donuts on those cherished Saturday mornings... whatever you do, just don't go." It was Bobby's time to be at work... it was my Daddy's time, too. It was the day that God brought him home.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of the man that I was blessed enough to call, "Daddy!" There is so much that I selfishly want him here for. I would love nothing more than to see him, even just once, as a grandfather... and it tears me up that my babies will only know him through my memories. Now that Leilah is here I can only imagine the way she would melt his heart in the same way that I did. What I would give to see her run into his arms, the same way I did.
Just as Brody's pain dims at the promise that he will see Daddy later, I am comforted by the same promise. I know that one day we will be together again. This time it will be forever.