06.15.08
Papa
There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown~
It’s been said, that I am my mom outwardly, but I am my dad inwardly. Despite being the only daughter, I am arguably their child who is most like Papa. So I understand that behind that occasional strict veneer is a father who only wants his children to walk in the right path… but also an artful William Parish who wishes for me to be swept away, levitate, sing with rapture, and dance like a dervish when I fall in love. =)
I love my Papa.
