This is a picture of my niece, Enorah. It was taken on Christmas Day. I couldn't witness this moment, but in this moment is the moment that every little girl should know: That her dad, whoever he may be, loves her. He holds her up. His hands are rough from hard work, his nails are ragged because he uses his hands for fixing cars. Yet, at this moment, they are the most soft, gentle hands that she will ever know.
I lost my father when I was 7. He was so much like my brother - he had a tender heart, and his children were his world. He used his hands to drive trucks, to fix cars, to fix things around the house. In this moment, this is every little girl, and every father.
Somewhere is a picture of my father holding me at this age. It's not the same pose, but it feels like the same moment. Every daughter should have a picture like this to last a lifetime.
