Tonight we were watching a movie together as a family. And as I looked over at the loveseat I saw my husband sitting with our daughter. As she leaned against him, I saw him with his arm around her. Affectionate. Protective. He raised his hand and brushed her hair back from her cheek and said "You're my princess." And she snuggled closer to him. The bond of a father and daughter... tightly wound... he is her protector, her champion. She is his princess, for whom he will fight to protect and provide.
Every daughter needs that assurance. That example of what a true man is to be, how she is to be treated. Not pampered but treasured. Cherished. Respected.
As a little girl, my fondest memories are of sitting on my father's lap as he read to me from my Children's Bible. He was the one who heard our prayers at night. And he was the one I called when I was in trouble. And yet, he didn't stand up for me in the face of abuse and unfairness. I treasure words - and those that aren't spoken speak just as loudly as those that are spoken aloud.
Fathers, treasure your daughters, be their prince. Husbands, adore your wives and never give them any reason to doubt your committment to them. Be their fierce protector. Be the champion.
Every daughter needs that assurance. That example of what a true man is to be, how she is to be treated. Not pampered but treasured. Cherished. Respected.
As a little girl, my fondest memories are of sitting on my father's lap as he read to me from my Children's Bible. He was the one who heard our prayers at night. And he was the one I called when I was in trouble. And yet, he didn't stand up for me in the face of abuse and unfairness. I treasure words - and those that aren't spoken speak just as loudly as those that are spoken aloud.
Fathers, treasure your daughters, be their prince. Husbands, adore your wives and never give them any reason to doubt your committment to them. Be their fierce protector. Be the champion.
