So I’m at the beach for a little R&R and I’m watching a little girl and her daddy in the rough waters.
She keeps going under, water keeps getting in her eyes, but her daddy keeps picking her up and showing her how to ride the waves.
She listens and follows his directions, knowing that he is there to protect her and lift her up – his arm always outstretched to her. Now that’s love, don’t ya think? Kinda reminds me of another Father’s love.
What about you?
