Tonight I made honey glazed salmon with au gratin rice and sauteed zucchini and squash. Following dinner, we sat and enjoyed our wine and had a great conversation about family and how he got started with the mariachis. This was a follow up to our first dinner in my home last week. I'm finding that even though I have a lot in common with my Dad, but I don't know him very well. I'm taking full advantage of the time and proximity that God has given me to know my Dad and to appreciate who he is, and by extension, who I am because of him. After he left tonight, it really hit me what a gift this is and the love that was overflowing in my heart spilled out. In words and in tears, and then I found this quote:
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” ~ Washington Irving
I have always embraced and appreciated my weepiness, but this quote embodies what my tears really mean to me. And demonstrate the extent to which I feel. For which I am neither embarrassed about, nor apologize for. I am blessed.
