Rocky, Huzzah

 

I’m just lying on my back, reading on the queen size bed.

"Hi, Daddy."

I look down.

"Hi Nubs." Uncle Dave named Julianne ‘the little Nubbins’, I shortened it to ‘Nubs’.

"Up, Up?" She asks. She’s 2 or 3, I don’t know. She wants to be with Daddy on the bed.

We play a game. I don’t know how it started.

She lay across my chest; I hold her and begin to rock back and forth, from right to left.

"Rocky, Rocky, Rocky." We chant. Julianne gets so excited, her grin becomes wider with each ‘Rocky’. Our volume crescendos ‘til I shout

"Huzzah!"

And launch her and let her roll across the bed.

"Again, Daddy, again!"

We do this again several times.

"Rocky, Rocky, Rocky, Rocky, Rocky---HUZZAH!!!"

We roll to the left, "Rocky."

We roll to the right, "Rocky."

We roll to the left, "Rocky."

She never knows when "Huzzah" will come and I let her go to roll to the side of the bed.

Her laughter becomes a scream as "Rocky, Rocky, Rocky" continues.

She still tries to anticipate the inevitable "Huzzah". We’re laughing so hard at this point, we can’t continue.

"Thank you, Daddy."

She grows up; the game fades.

Then, 3 years later, I’m lying on the queen size bed, reading.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, Josh."

Up, Up?"