Throughout the years I’ve come to learn a great many things from my father.
Amongst those, chivalry has come easiest.
Dad was always a true gentleman; cut from the considerate cloth itself. The feat of incorporating loving thought into action seemed as easy for him as breathing or so he portrayed throughout our everyday life. Though it was made known to me that my father was raised to conduct himself with virtue in all matters, there was something even more evident as to his motivation of generosity and selfless deed.
The reason has never been complicated.
He loved my mother and in the truest sense of the word and it has just always been this way. His reverent heart paid her homage with a devotion I have yet to see paralleled and this endearment nearly divine, spilled over into the natural order of how a day is spent and a life is lived.
There’s so much more to be said of such a romantic existence, but I’ll push on to the topic at hand which is the attempt to illustrate my conviction in the most candid of life’s experiences.