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.