|This week's word: Tender|
I watch the sun kiss the crowns of their three bent heads. Elbows deep in sand. Minds deep in concentration. Hearts deep in the actions of love.
It's not often I get to see my children's daddy interact with his own, but when I do ~ oh, my heart aches for the tender.
For these Pohlkotte men love in ways long since forgotten by this modern world. They love with their actions. They love in diligence. They love with their hands.
And this baby girl? She gets to grow in the shade of their tree of strength. When she is lost stranded on the shore, these men will pave her a path across, brick by brick.
I will speak softly in her ear so she doesn't miss those love moments that go by in a whisper. Tenderness spoken in strength. Love spoken in action.