Father Daughter Dance
An honest thought...
i danced with my daughter the other day, held her tightly and cried. she looked at me with the eyes of a mother and lovingly asked me; abba, are you OK?... she was only 2 and a half then and i felt so vulnerable in HER arms.
i danced with my daughter the other day, held her tightly and cried. she looked at me with the eyes of a mother and lovingly asked me; abba, are you OK?... she was only 2 and a half then and i felt so vulnerable in HER arms.
posted by Melechdaveed at 2:28 PM
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