I love this picture.
Some of you had a big, strong dad, like this man with his little daughters. You can read a picture like this same as a book. He loves his daughters more than anything else. He’s still amazed at how happy they make him, how they make his life full and good, and when he looked at their tiny fingers and toes when they were babies. The first time he held these girls he cried. He trembled at the powerful love they aroused in him. He’s a big guy and probably works as a blacksmith, or a fireman or policeman, maybe a carpenter or a plumber or a telephone lineman, You can see he played rugby or wrestled as a younger man, maybe boxed or lifted weights, helped break and train horses, maybe, and built up his powerful physique. He’s a humble man not given to boasting. His wife is a slim little woman given to teasing him and tickling him. Already his older daughter is comfortable and assured around him, and she can ask him questions and even confide some of her secret thoughts. A girl with a wonderful daddy has just about the greatest advantage any woman can have. He doesn’t have to be big or strong, or able to give her a pony. If he loves her with all his heart, spends time with her every day no matter how tired he may be, and listens to her with respect and love, he’s the right kind of dad. Not all of us are fortunate to have had a father like that, but I am confident that 99% of fathers want to do the best they can. Being a good father or mother is not an innate skill. Bless our fathers and our mothers, even if a father has to run away and leave the woman end children alone. He’s afraid and ashamed. Chances are he did what seemed to him his best decision at the time. I love looking at this big father with his pretty little girls. A day will come when one of them will comb his remaining hair gently and smooth his face with her cool hand. She’ll whisper to him and tell him funny old stories to make him smile and not feel so scared and lonely. She’ll make him feel good just by sitting next to him,and even when he’s very old he will be comforted to look at her and know she’s there, even if it takes him few minutes to remember exactly who she is. When the time comes, she’ll fix his pajama collar and wipe his chin, smooth his face and kiss him. She’ll say, “I have to go now, Daddy. I’ll be back tomorrow.” And he’ll say with some difficulty, “Do you have to go, Molly? Stay a while.” She’ll hug him close and kiss him again and say, “No, I have to go, Daddy. You’ll be fine. You’re safe here and I’ll be back tomorrow.” They have already talked about how he’ll be with Mama soon where there’s no worry or trouble ever again, and his daughter has taught him the prayers he’s forgotten. She's patient and answers his every question, even he’s asked three times in one day. She loves him and there is nobody else in the world like her daddy. Tears come into her eyes once she closes the door behind her and walks to her car. She turns the ignition and wipes her nose with a tissue before she starts home. The wheel is come full circle, and she’ll be back tomorrow. Her dad’s face will light up when he sees her. They love each other, you see?