He was already enduring that with Elizabeth, his sixteen- year- old, and perhaps for that, and so many other reasons as well, he just wished that he could preserve, could drag out, just for a few more days, weeks, or months the precious time all fathers remember fondly, when they still had their "little girl." The two laughed, Nancy nodding in agreement. "God save me when that first boy shows up at the door wanting to take her out." "Hope she still wants these at thirteen," he said.
John sighed and nodded, looking down at the bag, stuffed with a dozen Beanie Babies, one for each year of Jennifer's life, which started twelve years ago this day. "Don't worry, John she already had them picked out weeks ago. Nancy, the owner of the shop, Ivy Corner, smiled.
"You sure I have the right ones?" he asked. John Matherson lifted the plastic bag off the counter.
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