My Father is Dear to Me Because…

If I had known that the moment would be so beautiful as to carve a niche in my heart, I would have taken a shot of it or even made a video of it. I feel like I would have missed it more if I didn’t even try to capture it with words. So here I am on Heart Rays….

My Dear Father

This morning felt like a full-circle moment for me.

I sat there watching my first daughter and her father work on one of the homework assignments we intentionally left undone yesterday because we wanted Daddy to handle that by himself and for himself.

The homework was a composition on “My Dear Father” and who better to take it on with her than the very one playing the father role in her life? 

There they were, father and daughter’s heads bent together. Writing. Talking. Giggling. Thinking. It was such a beautiful sight.

Honestly, I didn’t realize how much emotion could be wrapped in a simple nursery school composition. That moment was warm and cozy altogether.

Something in me was healing. Melting. Opening.