Chattering children dash by, ripples of their passing lash wet tongues upon the foundation, as it all begins to slip. Memories remain in piles between his knees, head dipping momentarily in silent repose. Grasping his tools, the architect turns once more to the surf, to begin again.
Building sand castles, an experience every father knows in the lives of their children. Days standing tall like bastions of lore, other falling to the lapping waves in each of their lives. Ever watching them grow into the shape of a man or woman. Hoping to hold them together, careful fingers etching each mark in the sand, knowing one day they will build sandcastles of their own.
Every thing I have to give my boys, came from the man who made me. Pressing me when needed, when castles fell he never gave up. Love you dad! Happy fathers day!