I’ve know this man for 10 years now.
I’ve seen him drunk, complacent, goofy, unemployed, joyous, inappropriate.
Today, I’m watching him in the living room, swaying back and forth, holding his baby girl in his arms.
He’s only known her for one month but he’s already become her father.
How is he already so comfortable being her everything?
It’s only been 30 days.
I am overcome with the beauty of it.
I see hope for humanity in the way he holds her.
This is where it begins.
He is showing her how she should be loved. How she should hold herself.
I hope she knows that she is one of the lucky ones.
I hope he knows that she will never thank him.