My dad is a rock, he's steady, he's solid, he's the calm a midst the storm. From him I have learned strength, persistence, the ability to show up even when life is hard. If I am an apple that hasn't fallen too far from his tree, then I am fortunate. I am so grateful to be his daughter.
My husband is a beautiful father to his girls. They love him fiercely, and he returns it. He is tough where I'm too soft, and soft when I come down too hard. In the subtle dance of parenting, we are learning to balance each other. I love watching him grow with them, it is inspiring.
I am a very fortunate woman to call these two men family.
What do you love, this Sunday, June 16, 2013?