A while ago, I wrote about how emotions can sneak up on you; when you hear that old song from the 80’s and you remember your high school love; when you smell garlic and you remember that relaxing trip to Italy (or to your favorite Italian restaurant).
Today, an emotion gripped me that I hadn’t felt for a while. That deep sense of loss dancing with joy.
I rummaged through a box of books that had been sleeping on a shelf in a forgotten corner of my basement; books that normally wouldn’t be in the same box together. I flipped through books of fiction, business, organizational structuring (yes, I like that type of stuff) and finally, faith. A yellow legal pad sized note was sticking out of one. Sliding it out, opening it up, I recognized the handwriting; it was Makenzie’s. She must have secretly placed it when I was out of my office in Houston. It read:
“half-heart Bootie Kiss!! Guess who? Kenzie”
I get the heart. I get the ‘daddy’. But I don’t get the ‘half-heart Bootie Kiss!!’ I guess I don’t need to get it. Simply seeing her script and feeling her joy even through these few words were enough for me.
Right now, I wish I could ask her what she meant by Bootie Kiss. I guess I’ll have to wait until we can have coffee together in heaven’s cafe.