A couple of weeks ago, I was at an outside-outdoors-birthday-party with my daughter. A couple of hours into the party, my daughter started to have an allergy reaction (from the pollen in the air). It got so bad, that we had to go home. When we got home, we started to watch a movie that she wanted me to see (that she likes).
Half way into the movie, I started to get an allergy reaction. At this time, my daughter’s allergy had calm down. But mine.., boy! .. it was the worse I ever have had in my life!.
What can I tell you? .. I most had sneezed like 100 million times. I almost called 911. But..
My daughter was seating right next to me. And believe me, every time I sneezed, my daughter gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. A kiss that to me meant: “It’s ok, I’m here.. Don’t worry, I am here.. I’m here”
Friends, if you see my daughter, if you listen to my daughter, you would probably say, “pure Mom.” But, believe me, hidden/running deep down through the core of her veins, if you could see it, if you could feel it, you would probably also say, “Pure Dad”
And you know what?
I’m very proud of that. I’m very thankful (to Life) for that.