DAD…

DH IMAGINED

 

He asked when can I meet you?

How about I deliver myself to you on my thirty-ninth birthday?

Chuckle. Then, he said…perfect.

Seems like forever ago when we walked up to each other for the very first time. He looked at me and I him. What I saw for the first time…my soul.

His arms were open and I walked right into them.

Miss you, Dad.