Recognition

Sometimes I am sitting facing my mama, and I hear a voice off to the side. I stop chatting with her, and a look passes over my face, one of curiosity. I know that voice. My gaze still on my mama, I listen more intently. The voice is coming off on one side of me. I turn my head. A face! I know this face. Slowly, my expression changes; a grin turns up the corners of my mouth. It's my daddy! Big Smiles! Yup, I am starting to be able to recognize my daddy's voice and face, even to turn to see him when he is speaking. There is a lot of love in this house -- I am being smothered!