The Meaning of Love

Ok, so this week was super busy. Since it was Valentine's Day I had alot to think about. Dang memories from last year filled my brain. But more importantly, I have this little duck that has been in my bathroom, and it needed to be returned. When I was a little girl in the 3rd grade my dad got a new job. He had to leave Texas and move to Ohio, before the rest of the family. I had gotten this little plastic duck like the size of a pinky. Anyways I gave it to my dad. He would take it with him everywhere. He would come home from work and when he emptied his pockets it was there. If it wasn't there it was in his briefcase. Later in life dad put the duck in a pill bottle. I don't really think people knew the meaning of the duck or where it came from. My brother just learned yesterday that I gave the duck to my dad. Because my dad went away for awhile I took care of the duck. To show my love to my dad I sent him the duck for Valentine's Day. Ok, so its dorky, but the duck has such meaning in my life. And I know that my dad will always have it. You should see the duck as it has faded in color. All I know is that is how love goes. No matter the size, shape or color, love lasts. I'm so grateful for that little duck and the connection that my dad and I have from it.