Lucille is blissfully ignorant of American ideals, culturally imposed expectations, and personal successes and losses. I can honestly say she’s never once asked me about my GPA, my degrees, or my considerable income. ;) But more than any other (almost) two-year-old I’ve ever spent time with, she pays attention, and she sees people- in the purest and most simplified way that is actually quite beautiful. I sometimes think she’s intuitively aware of goodness and generosity of spirit.
So of course she loves her Papa- sensing these very things (along with all his warmth, compassion, playfulness, and tenderness). I’m pretty sure she’s also learning there are few men in this world quite like him. And she most assuredly identifies it in my own response to my dad, who is one of the greatest men I’ve ever know and probably ever will.
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