Below Him.

One of the things I remember most strongly about Daddy's trip visit in May, was this one time he was asking me how I liked something. But that wasn't the important thing, the important thing was our positioning. He was sitting on the bed, and I was on the floor at his feet. It was so perfect. It felt so right. I loved being there, looking up at him. My heart felt as ease.

Last week I tried to do it often, I didn't get to as often as I liked, but it did happen. There is this certain peace about it. I don't really know how to explain how it feels, I just know that I love the way it feels. Being able to look up at his face was like the ultimate view. It was this calming effect on me.

Well, this is a short blog, I just wanted to tout off my adoration for being at my Daddy's feet...