Dad
When I think about my Dad this pretty much sums up a portion of my love for him. He passed in 2015 and not a second goes by that he is not on my mind. This so reminds me of him and my mom. I wish this for every parent…
“One day, when my children are grown, I still hope they come through that front door without knocking. I hope they head to the kitchen for a snack, rifle through the mail looking for a magazine they always read. I hope they come in and feel the weight of adulthood leave them for they are at home. For my children my door is always open. Above all else, I hope they know this without me telling them. Love speaks clearly through.”
