My heart was freshly broken by a boyfriend, I was sobbing uncontrollably. My dad offered outstretched arms. He held me while I continued to sob. He didn't say a word. When I stopped crying and pulled myself together, I looked up at him and tears were streaming down his cheek. .
No matter what was ever said or done in our relationship after that, if I could pull up that memory, it affirmed our bond more than any words ever could.
When I read the fathering article in the link above this morning, I was filled with gratitude for a moment and all that its sweet memory does to fill my heart.
I hope for this for fathers and daughters and fathers and sons everywhere.
Grace in, peace out