Thank you so much,
Linda
The small wooden music box sat on the floor beneath the living room window in our apartment – a perfect perch for a tiny girl watching for her Daddy to come home from work. Every afternoon I waited, straining to catch a glimpse of him walking toward home. Larger than life, he gathered me up in his arms and all was right in my world.
3 comments:
You were so blessed to have a dad who showed you how much he loved you. I know, in my heart, that my daddy loved me, but I don't remember him ever holding me or showing his love for me.
Your pictures are treasures!
hope to join you there...
What a precious dad you had :) Your post was very touching - thank you for sharing, sweet friend!
Hugs to you,
Stephanie
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