So Pure...

A friend of mine sent me this picture a few days ago. I've been looking at it for a while now, and I simply adore it. The love the man feels for his son (I assume he's the boy's father) flows so freely from the picture, finding no better place to go to than the depth of one's soul. It always moves me to see a father taking care of his children, hugging, kissing or simply looking at them. Sometimes witnessing these "little" gestures brings tears to my eyes, and I might leave the room or change the channel if I see them in a movie or show. Nevertheless, it seems that fathers who take care of their little daughters move me more than dads with boys. I'm pretty sure I know the reason...it still surprises me, though. People make fun of me sometimes...not in a mean way, and I don't mind. It's part of me now, and I can't get rid of it anymore. I'm not even sure I would want to, anyway.