i’m here.
I'm here. I realize these moments won't always be here. I know that you won't always need me---or want me. I know that these are times that will only happen once and never happen again.
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
father
hey, little girl…
Hey, little girl...
It's November 2, 2017. I'm on a flight from Atlanta home to Jackson, MS. I'm listening to the song "Life" by Sleeping At Last on repeat. It has made me think of the big picture of you as our child and me as your father. One day you will look back, as I have, and say, "was my father a good father?" It makes me consider my legacy and what I'm leaving behind... You.
