I met him when I was 6 years old. I remember crawling up onto his lap, his big arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly. I remember the feel of him. Gentle, yet strong--soft, yet firm.
Everything about him was new to me. However, I instinctively knew that he loved me, that he would always be there for me, always protect me, always listen to me, always care for me, always teach me.
I relaxed for the first time in my 6 years of life. I melted into his arms. He was mine and I was his.
I didn't have to share him. I no longer had to be afraid—of anything.
He would make sure that I didn't go to bed hungry, that I would always have food and clothing.
He would make sure that my heart would always be protected. He would be there—for me.
Because of him, I live a fearless life. One filled with happiness, fun, and love. Because of him, I've learned how to be a parent. A parent who loves, a parent who is gentle, yet strong—soft, yet firm.
My love for him does not waver. It is as strong now as it was then. He's never disappointed me, not once. I live for him. He is in my heart and will remain there until the day I die.
I call him God.
2 comments:
Awesome Awesome Awesome!!!
Tears... Very inspiring!
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