Constant

In the springtime, pretty pink tulips bloom in the corner of my dad's garden. The same ones that have been there for years.

A lot changes in a few years.


But some things never change.

Some things are constant.

Like a Father's love.

Some things can be counted on: a hug, a tickle, a turn around the garden, a story. Thumb to thumb, finger to finger. So much fun.

I've been trying to tell my kids how lucky they are. Two wonderful grandpa's and a loving, dedicated dad.

And a Heavenly Father. Who is even more constant. Who can certainly be counted on. Who is capable and powerful. But also kind. Eternally caring.

I'm so grateful. Because sometimes life is a whirlwind. And how comforting is the consistency of a Father's love.