When I was young, I followed the Dad everywhere.
If he was doing something electrical, I was there.
If he was plumbing something, I was there.
If he was on the roof, I was there.
If he was outside in the garage, I was there.
I am told that when in the garage, between handing him 3/16ths sockets and wrenches, I would straighten up his tools.
I would wipe off all the grime and put them neatly in the tool box.
This frustrated the Dad, because he didn’t know where they were.
I was just doing as I was taught.
“Keep your things neat and put them away where they belong.”
How was I supposed to know that tools had different rules?
So a couple of weeks ago, when the Dad was working on our back porch and I saw this, I smiled…and remembered.
I remembered doing everything I could to be close, and I looked at him the same way she is.
But this is what tickled me the most.