Youth group. Leader announces “a friendly game of Sardines” and reviews the rules.
The girl who is almost my step-daughter and almost 12 bounces over: “Come on, Colleen!”
I reply, “I don’t feel well.” (Truly I didn’t.)
Shoulders sag in disappointment, but she bounces back to her friends.
Suddenly I think it best to exert myself, so stand and join them. She’s thrilled.
Together we search the darkened church sanctuary. I am the first to find the hider.
I gesture and whisper the secret to my almost-step-daughter and crawl under the row. The girl follows.
More youths follow. My elbow is jumped on—all part of the fun!
Several girls leave the hiding spot, presumably to act as decoys (and wear off energy).
Almost-step-daughter stays, inches closer and pokes me, as she is wont to do.
I poke back. Our fingers play a bit, then settle in. We lay quietly linked until the game ends.
Who knew Sardines could be so sweet?
p.s. Because I found the hider first, I was “it” for the next round. Wedged behind a Christmas tree, I overheard almost-step-daughter explain, “She’s marrying my dad.” :)
p.p.s. It’s been fun to invite kids to our wedding. Surprising how many have never been to one.
Your post made me teary - (but in a good way! :)
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