As I briefly mentioned in a earlier post, typically when I pick up Sierra from school, she comes running up to me, takes me hand, and we walk hand in hand back to the truck.
This is a daily joy for me.
Holding her little hand as it has grown over the years is one of the most parts of being a dad. It is a connection I have with her that is powerful and meaningful in so many ways.
Now I know some day this ritual will come to an end, and that means I have to take advantage of it for as long as I can.
For she might get too old to hold hands with her dad, but I will never be too old to hold hands with my girl.