
Originally Posted by
Radix
Both myself and my wife were told that we carry what's called a 'recessive gene'. When my daughter was born, I looked at her and I knew that certain types of people would call her names, and they sometimes do, but only in love so far.
But to me she is gorgeous, beautiful, talented and very loving.
I put her to bed tonight, and after a while she came out of her room and said, "Daddy, I just want to ask you something". I brought her back into her room, put her back in her bed and asked her, "what do you want to ask me love?"
She said, "Daddy will you get a sausage in the shop for me?" with pleading eyes.
I said, "do you mean a sausage roll?"
She said, "no, a sausage."
And I said, "of course I will, and I will fry it in the pan and give it to you in a big white bowl, and I will have one with you. Would that make you happy?"
And she said, "Yes."
You should have seen the look of delight in her eyes, and the smile on her face.
I kissed her goodnight, and told her I loved her very much, and she went to sleep, the happiest girl in the world.
And I left her room, with a heart full of love, glad that I had such a beautiful little human being to care for, who just delighted in being able to look forward to something as simple as a fried sausage.
When my wife came home, I told her the story, and we shared a hug which delighted in our little creation, one of God's special children!