Sunday Mornings with Rania: Father’s Day Reflections
It was 35 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. We were standing on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Not old enough to go in alone and sensing I was afraid, I remember my father scooping me up in his arms: “I’m with you, don’t worry, we will go in together.” Though I always felt safe with him, I was still nervous. Glancing over his shoulders, all I could see was an endless ocean with crashing waves. I held on tight. Soon, we were splashing and jumping, catching those crashing waves with smiles. The memory of that wonderful lazy summer day is still with me. That is the power of even the smallest exchange between a father and his child.
Posted byon 18 Jun 2017
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