written 06/08/2010
She was hiding her face in her daddy’s shoulder when I sat down on the bench behind them, waiting around at a small Maasai church until it was time to go to VBS ministry.
Little Red Riding Hood – everything but her shoes in red.
When those dark eyes peeked around his arm to look see who dared to sit there, I couldn’t help it.
I smiled.
Little Red Riding Hood (Two Days Later, Not Wearing Red)
Her head darted back behind the safety of her father’s arm.
I knew the game she was playing, though, and I kept the smile on.
Peek-a-boo.
I see you.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Little Red was looking again. And sliding down off her father’s lap to stand on the floor.
I tilted my head to the side and continued smiling.
This time, a tiny giggle escaped her lips as her head ducked out of sight again.
Game on.
We ducked and tilted for a few minutes before Little Red’s father looked back to see what was going on.
The smile on her face and the smile on mine said it all.
Resume play.
So we did.
The game lasted for ten or fifteen minutes, until it was time to leave.
I wanted to pick Little Red up and carry her off with me… but there was no way I could, so I settled for a little wave as I picked up my backpack and headed out the back door.
I would be there again the next two days.
Hopefully, so would she.
