“Daddy, why aren’t you running?”
As I ran past a Dad walking his two daughters in a stroller on the Swamp Rabbit Trail, I heard one of the daughters ask, “Daddy, why aren’t you running?”
After turning around to run home a minute later, I passed Daddy and his daughters again. This time, Daddy was running. He was sporting a long-sleeved tee shirt tucked into tight blue jeans with a belt to hold them in place.
If that’s not love, what is?