March 10, 2013 @ 17:48 EDT

Fatherhood

Friday afternoon I watched a man holding his months-old daughter up to a tree, running her tiny fingers along its waxy leaves and rough bark. I watched her fingers part leaves of grass, graze the sand and broken mulch of a playground. I watched the cool, salty sea breeze and the dying rays of the sun play against her rosy cheeks he cradled her in his arms, softly describing the world she was experiencing.

It was ... beautiful to watch, to share that moment, even as a mere observer.

I wonder this is something I will ever experience for myself?


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