Kinds of Honey

A 3-year-old me, my baby sister, and our dad. 27 years ago. How can it be? Time is wonderful, terrible, and swift.

Now we are two healthy grown-up girls. Women with parents who dedicated their lives to loving and caring for their children, and teaching those children to think, to give and forgive, to work and explore and play. This is worth a thousand thanks, and more.

So here’s a shout-out to all you fathers. Especially fathers of daughters. Especially mine.