This is a picture of me and my Papa. I love this picture for several reasons. The main one being that I love my Papa. I also like seeing that "hey maybe my kids do look a little like me" but most of all because I can see the love that my Papa has for me. I remember when I was a little girl crawling up on my parents bed and listening to my Papa reading the Bible. One time in particular I remember asking if I could have a turn to read and he smiled and said yes as he handed me his Bible. But I could not read it becasue it was in Greek...or was it Hebrew? I remember being in awe of him at that moment, he was reading to us in English! Another fond memory I have of my Papa was one morning when he came to wake me up and he was using my stuffed animals to put on a show and sing to me. My Papa can calm my heart just by speaking, even when I am not aware that I am all tied in knots. just hearing his soft voice is comfort. I have been so blessed to have a Papa that has been my visual of my Heavenly Father. Papa, I love you!