The Beautiful Journey of Fatherhood
There was a time when I had to bend down to pick you up. Your little arms would reach up for me, your chubby fingers spread wide, waiting for me to lift you into my arms. I remember those moments like snapshots frozen in my memory. Back then, your whole world fit into my embrace. Now, I find myself tilting my head to look up at you, and I can’t quite place when the change happened.
family life, fatherhood, gratitude, growth, parenting, personal reflection, raising sons