He had walked out of the living room and Bear drowsily walked behind him. Barely holding on to her Elmo, her head drooping to the side, as if she were too tired to hold it up.
I heard a muffled, "I want Daddy." Followed by a few moments of silence.
From around the corner, the two emerged. The not-so-little girl being held against her daddy's chest, embraced tightly by his strong arms. Her head rested perfectly on his shoulder, his head on hers.
I was amazed at the amount of love emanating from such a simple embrace.
A father holding his child.
As our Father holds us.