Someone asked the me the other day about daughters. How my father had four. I said four daughters made my father soft. Softer than he could have ever become with sons.
Four daughters made my father beloved, I said.
They are part of the softness that makes him love God so, I think. The softness was in him, like all men, but four daughters brought it out of him. Have you ever seen a man so in love with God? With his wife? With his children? With his fate?
Kindness rubs out of him like the scent of flowers.
Four daughters made him into the man he is.
Beloved.
