That Bond (not james)

Just like these two, my Lady Baby and her Pa have a special bond. 

In the back yard of my family home stands an oversized lily-pily that holds a brittle old plastic swing. There they spend their time, sometimes chatting, sometimes silent, sometimes snoozing.

That little lady has a tenderness that I see in my dad. She is content just to be in good company, loves a good meal but can raise her voice when she needs to be heard. For these qualities, I love them both.

My heart swells with love and pride to see them like this. Smiling upon first sight and then joined at the hip while they share secret jokes and giggle to them selves.