If there were ever any doubt about his love for me, it was put to rest when I was sick. He held me when I was scared, he checked my wounds, he soothed my soul. Somewhere in the middle of my cancer journey I realized it.
He really does love me.
He tells me so every day. Every single day. He tells me. Then he shows me. It's in the little things he does and the little things he says. It's in him being himself. He gets goofy with me. He plays. He makes faces. He makes me laugh. Every day. And I know... he is completely himself, completely trusting, completely here with me. One hundred per cent.
He really does love me.
xoxo
...Kare
email: karenk{at}eastlink.ca
website: http://www.karenkyte.com
Karen, you are so lucky to have someone who is there for you, always. In sickness and in health, in good times and in bad and he tells you so daily. I know because I have one of those also and you are lucky because he's your Dad. Love you all, Mom
ReplyDeleteI know - we are terribly lucky. They're kind of lucky, too :-) Love you, Mom!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what it takes for us to realize something like that ... something we should have known already. Better late than never though .... So glad to see you have an amazing shoulder to lean on! Beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteGah! This post just made me insta-cry....LOVE!!
ReplyDeletexoxo
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