Talked to my Dad on the phone this morning. We discussed the painting he wanted to buy, and even joked around like he was a real customer & i was a professional artist & a stranger. (but he was serious about buying the painting) Then at the end of the call i asked what his shipping address was & he broke the gag and said... "ask my daughter... she knows where i live" and i said "who is your daughter?" He said my name... then i said "Never heard of her" ... we laughed.
I woke up thinking about packaging up that painting & running to the post office this morning on my way to work. Then the tears came.... it was just a dream. A very real dream.
Dad, i so know you would buy a painting of mine, and hang it with fatherly pride. I SO know your address.... say hi to Jesus for me.
