When I was in high school, my father gave me a locket. It was pretty, it had an engraved forget-me-not (my favorite flower), and it was even real gold. All the elements to make a young girl feel adored by her daddy.
But what was really meaningful about this locket were the pictures he placed inside.
A father and his little girl.
How grateful I am to have grown up with the tender love of a father. It taught me to expect nothing less from the men in my life and that, in turn, led me to a husband who loves his little girls with the same tender devotion. I am blessed.