He walked the church aisle past where I sat. A little girl, about two-years-old straddled on his hip, her shoe dangled against his leg. His left arm circled her securely. Another little girl walked next to his other side, her little hand hid inside his big one. Blonde hair hung just below her shoulders. Curls bounced with each little step. The sisters wore matching dresses, blue striped against a cream background. I smiled as they marched together.
“So cute,” I thought.
Dad maneuvered his little tribe into a row a few feet ahead of me, swung the littlest off his hip, and settled her. He positioned the older child on another chair, then leaned over her and…