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These personal experiences are ones that I treasure. One was in 1969, when our first daughter was 2 1/2. My father-in-law and I had been in Maine and Nova Scotia for two weeks, and we arrived back home on July 4th. The Sunday School Picnic was in full swing at the home of a family in the church, and I walked toward the back yard, and stopped to watch our daughter playing with some of the other children. For a while, she was facing the other way, but then she turned around, saw me, and came at me on a dead run. I picked her up, and she wrapped arms and legs around me, saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." She laid her head on my shoulder a moment, looked me full in the face for a moment, then put her head on my shoulder again, saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." It was a beautiful moment, long to be remembered.The other occurred when our younger daughter was in her early thirties, and came with her husband and their first child for a visit. She walked through the doorway, looked at me, and said, "I need a Daddy hug." I was not a bit hesitant to cooperate.
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