I just love this picture because it reminds me so much of Daddy and me, I cannot even put it to words. I am His, I am always His, I know this and nothing brings me greater joy — but there are times when we’re cuddling, sometimes after playing, sometimes before, or far in between, and Daddy is being silly or we’re talking about mundane things. Sometimes He sighs because His job can be very stressful, the distance between us can be very tiresome, the sadness my family brings me He can feel, or simply because life can get all of us gloomy from time to time. Daddy takes solace in His most prized possession. He keeps His hands on me firmly, He pulls me close, and He buries His face in me, and I can feel all His sorrows slipping away. I am Daddy’s. I have given Him my body, my mind, my soul, my heart. Every inch of me is His to have and to hold and to meld and to use in any way He should choose — and yet, in those moments, in those soft moments where Daddy lets it show that while also my Master, He is only human, the most beautiful human being I have ever encountered, but human nonetheless — in those sweet moments, I know. I own Him.
