Dad

Just thinking of you two.

 

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to Sisters and Dads. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.

 

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

 

I love you little one and littlest.

 

Your Dad