As I write, Safiya and Mr. S. are doing the exact same thing as in this picture, a favourite of mine, taken seemingly so long ago. Watching soccer. It's the phenomenal last few minutes of the Turkey/Czech game of the Euro Cup, and they're drawing even me in :-) "Why did he card someone on the bench?" Safiya asks, puzzled. Awesome.
I'm lucky to be parenting with someone who is an awesome father, in every aspect. He is patient, involved, intensely devoted, and can make up terrific stories. He can talk Safiya through fears and anxiety, find an explanation for most anything (true or not ;-), and will handily teach her everything she needs to know for life; practical jokes, an appreciation for flatulence, bikes, how to relax, and then a little gardening to boot. And, of course, "what's the worst that can happen?" Will she need anything else? Doubtful.
Except, of course, knowing that her father will always have her back.
Happy Father's Day, my love.
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