…it’s about the people who you are with.
I would not have traveled all the way to India if it weren’t that I could share the experience with my dad. I feel extremely lucky to have been able to spend two weeks together. Special one-on-one time that is increasingly limited by our geographic distance and seemingly limited time. The adventure would have meant nothing if I would have been by myself.
Being able to learn about Indian history, culture, religion and cuisine with my dad is hard to describe in words, to take in a photo, or to explain as an emotion. None of these things really can do justice to the experience that we shared.
Honestly, I really don’t even really know where to be begin, or what to say yet.
I can tell you that I am choking up writing this post. I am sitting here pushing keys on a computer with tears in my eyes, with a full and heavy heart, with trembling hands.
I can say that I feel so lucky to have such a loving and “full of life” dad. Someone who has taught me so much about how to be a kind person, a loving person, a gracious person. I felt so inspired by the kindness and respect he has for complete strangers, how he seeks to understand others, how he thirsts for knowledge of histories and ways of life, and the love he has for his family, and me.
I will say more about our trip to India in posts to come, but I just wanted to start with this. A sincere thank you to my dad, for sharing his time, his life and his love with me. I am grateful for everything that you have taught and given me in this life.