i'm sure in the halls of homage to fathers there are volumes and volumes of a similar sentiment. it's something about his strength. and it's metaphoric as much as it is literal. the good dad is constant, a pillar, and he's strong.
well, myra must not know about those halls and the homage she should be writing. i'm pretty sure of this because she regularly reaches up to grab my arm and swing from it, saying, "dad, pretend you're strong."
who told myra i wasn't strong? or is it that after 26 swings from my arm, i crush her sense of security, with "okay, no more swinging; i'm tired."
what a weakling.
6 comments:
hahaha... good post Martin!
Ha!! That's super funny!
So sweet. You're strong Marty old boy! Pretend you're strong. Hehe I love her.
pretend you're strong?!?! That's hilarious!!!!
That is funny and so sweet. :)
I've decided my mornings are for my soul. The time I take care of what I have been gifted. This morning I have been listening to Martin's song over and over again and it gives me that sad peaceful inspired feeling. Thank you.
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