Faith
My parent’s love for each other was without question.
Every work day of every week of every year, provided my dad was in town, he would enter the house in the same way. He would open the door and no matter who was in his path he would call out for my mom. When finding her, he would give her a big hug and a kiss. I once asked him whether he had noticed my sister and me standing in his path. He simply said: “children are temporary.”