He smiled through the sun’s harsh glare at his wife. He was holding their daughter. His daughter who argued for the balloon. Who promised she wouldn’t let go of it this time.
He had watched as she gripped the string with all the strength she could muster. She had been so serious. So intent on not letting go, not failing. He felt tears well up inside him to see his little daughter already determined not to let him down.
He tied the string around her wrist so she wouldn’t fail. And he’d hold onto her with all the strength he could muster.
Happy Father’s Day