This morning, I was getting an alignment for my car, and a young father and his daughter sat down across from me.
The daughter was 4 – maybe 5, and deeply engrossed in reading a children’s book to herself. She was smiling and reading to herself, almost singing.
I had wanted to take a picture of this, then felt it to be almost intrusive on something so simple and beautiful.
But if it were a painting, Norman Rockwell would have come to mind.
As I left, I told the father what a cute daughter he had, and he smiled and thanked me. You could tell that he was very proud of her.
And I told the daughter that it was a pleasure to have made her acquaintance.