Cubbie

When we lived in England, my company asked me to be Santa Claus at the company children’s Christmas party. I had 4 children attending at one of the partners’ homes in very upscale Chelsea. I ran a little late and put on my Santa Suit in the cab on the way over. I looked at my reflection in a window as I walked up to the door and I knew I was not recognizable.

So with that I walked up to the door and knocked–the door opened and a few of the children were there, Cubbie along with them. All the kids looked at me and ran away from the door screaming that Santa was here–except Cub. She said, “Hi, Dad.”

As the party went on, all of my kids saw me but none of them recognized me–Kim as a little tot and when she sat on my lap, she was terrified and got off as soon as possible. About halfway through the party, i heard Jimmie gasp and say to a neighbor, “I know who that is”. Darci never knew me.

But Cubbie knew me immediately–we were bonded in some special way from early in her life and even though in my costume, you could only see my eyes, she knew me. It made me think of the scripture that talks about knowing the Savior when He comes again because we will be like him. Cubbie and I were always bonded.

As I watch Cubbie as a woman, with her love and compassion and connection to people–i have no doubt that when the Savior comes again, Cubbie will know Him best of all. She fills my heart with happiness.