If I could travel..Like a leaf..Carried through the gentle winds beneath an angel’s wings..I would pray that some day I will arrive by your side..So that we could discover..Eternity..Holding you eternally..In my arms as we discover..Love..Forever..Through time..
The greatest gift of being a father, is the chance to watch my daughter achieve her dreams. Not for gratitude, but so she can teach future generations the lessons I’ve learned today. There truly is no greater feeling than this! (“,)
On my commute home the other dray, i walked into a train jam packed with people and an obnoxious passenger who had put his bike right in the middle of the walk way. Awkwardly i ignored him and went behind the wheel of his bike much to his disapproval but it didn’t matter to me because the bike was supposed to be on the LAST car, he reeked of alcohol too. He soon returned to his endless rambling.
As i looked to my left i noticed a mother had just napped her baby son in a small stroller, it amazed me that in a train full of people yacking away loudly. Earphones blasting so loud there was no point of hiding what they were listening to, plus a drunken old guy. That this little fellow could sleep so well, it made me wonder what could possibly drain the child so much and can they really block off the noise so easily? the drunkard yelled something out loud nearly interrupting my train of thought. I filtered him out and went back to my train of thought, the little boy reminded me of my daughter when she was around a year old. Her mom could never nap her, i don’t know why. But every time my angel climbed into my arms she’d fall asleep almost immediately, she would sleep soundly no matter the conversation in a living room. Time and again when i knew she was burned out, i’d pick her up into my arms and she’d be so much at peace that she didn’t want to go back down to the floor anytime soon.
I wonder if it’s the feeling of security and love we as parents give, if that’s the case? then i have to say that it goes both ways. It’s an amazing feeling that my daughter feels she can always come to me for comfort, but more so it’s like i’m being reminded i did a good job as a father and the approval of a daughter. Such an incredible feeling, if you’re a parent yourself? you know what i mean (‘,)