My imperfectly perfect dadIf you look at my passions for cooking and designing, it’s obvious that the women in my life — my mom and her mom — passed their loves down to me. While fashion, writing and teaching kids to cook have become bread-and-butter jobs, I inherited a love for travel from my dad. My dad loved the sea, while my mom shaded herself from the sun, for fear of getting dark. My dad was not a perfect father — no, he was perfectly imperfect. I think that our Heavenly Father, who is perfect, sends down to us these imperfect men to give us just a taste of the unfailing and perfect love He has for us even now.

Source: Philippine Star June 16, 2024 00:59 UTC