She’s been doing a lot of home de-cluttering this weekend with me. By early morning, she was aching for a playdate. When all her calls to friends didn’t pan out, she asked me
Her – “Can we go bowling?”
Me – “Well, we could, but first we have to check with (Roger) Federer’s schedule.”
Strike a pose…
Her – “Really, Daddy?”
We had a friend nearby who heard the exchange. She burst out laughing at my comment and her response.
As it turned out, I missed the Final, which Federer won, winning Cincinnati over the current #1 Novak Djokovic, for a 7th Cincy title and a return to #2 in the world rankings. Why? I was out driving her around from setting her up with an impromptu play date.
Guess my priorities were her, after all. That’s why I always tell her that actions count more than words.
Still, I can’t believe I missed it. Oh, the agony. Only for her.
