Love and Time

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(Father’s Day)

One day, I am looking at my son and he is a tiny infant cradled in my arms, wondering who I am. The next day, I am looking at my son and he is a grown man cradling me in his arms, loving who I am. In-between our days and beyond them is a love that cannot die. Time changes most things, but not this. In the end, it is enough.

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