My Time

I say that its my time and it feels like that; however I don’t want to be so humble that I can’t accept this…

But really, its her time.

I facilitate gladly, feeling blessed to have this time with her and know my place is the highest of privilege.

Ah to be a father who is loved and feel loved…

Does anything supersede this?

Dennis Mantin

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