Your Love Is Like…

Dear Appa,

Whether it’s the sound of your heavy steps coming down the stairs like an earthquake, the way you enter a room like a typhoon, or the way you shake the house with your thunderous tackles and torrential tickles, your presence is loud, and you make your presence known.

So much so that even long after you’ve stepped out the front door, your presence and very essence somehow continues to reverberate across every room under our roof. Even when we can’t see you or hear you, we can still somehow feel your resonating and resounding love.

At the same time, long after you’ve left the house, our home is just a little calmer, a little quieter, and feels a lot emptier.
(but also, a whole lot more fun because mommy’s manning the fort).

And yet while we know Appa is missing, and we’re missing you, we know you’re always with us because not a day goes by that your love isn’t shown, heard or felt.

Appa, you may bring down the house with your roughhousing ways, but you also build us up through your rambunctious ways of expressing your relentless love.
Your love may be loud, but it’s also like a soft whisper gently reminding us day and night that we are known and loved by a Grander Father.
We are His, and He resides and remains within the walls of our hearts.
No matter where we are, home is where He is.

Happy Father’s Day, Appa.

Your love looks like a monsoon, sounds like a stampede, and feels like…home.
Because of you, we walk fully knowing and trusting that His love is loud, and He will make His presence known, always and forever.

ZER