My dad once carried me in his arms 👶🤍
Now, I steady my hands to help him eat 🥣🤲

He stayed. That’s how he loved 💞 Not loudly. Not perfectly. Just faithfully.

Today, he is 82 🎂
Some days his hands tremble 🤍 Some days his words arrive more slowly 🕊️ But his presence — his love — has never left.

The first time I fed him, I expected sadness.
Instead, there was only peace ✨
A quiet understanding that this is not loss — It’s love, continuing.

Same home 🏡
Same love ❤️Just a different season 🍂

Love doesn’t disappear when strength fades. It transforms. It circles back. 🔄

And when our hands can no longer hold on, God holds us gently 🙏🤍

If this speaks to your heart, leave a quiet ❤️