And so it begins…


Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

His face was a picture; one that blended paternal pride and prescient panic with that fearful uncertainty common to fathers of daughters everywhere.

“She’s going on a date…”

“I’m just going out to dinner,” said the blonde bombshell, rolling cornflower-blue eyes and sighing.

“…with a boy.”

I was finding it hard to keep a straight face. It was one of those moments that was always going to happen, sooner or later. Especially when both your daughters are beautiful and vivacious blondes. The old saying flitted across my mind, that one of the joys of growing older is watching your children have teenagers of their own. I was suddenly thankful I’d only had sons to worry about.

But, even though I was holding back the laughter, I could understand the fatherly chagrin. This was happening, after all, just a little sooner than my son had been expecting…

I later heard that…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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