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My father is the strongest man I know.
When I was a child, he would lift me onto his shoulders so I could see into the big, bright world. At that time, I didn’t realise that he was already carrying so much on his shoulders. Moments of devastating sorrow balanced out by delightful happiness he’s experienced, his innate desire to care and protect, and the pressures of being a young man made to grow up too quickly. My aunt said it best when she said that our men are our shields. They are the protectors and the providers. They shield us from hurt and sadness and pain and fear.
But who protects our men?
Who shields them from all the hurt the world has to offer?
My father carried us all with the strength of his back.
* if you are interested in international shipping (outside of Australia) please contact me directly on kayla.arabenabyrnes@gmail.com to process your order *
My father is the strongest man I know.
When I was a child, he would lift me onto his shoulders so I could see into the big, bright world. At that time, I didn’t realise that he was already carrying so much on his shoulders. Moments of devastating sorrow balanced out by delightful happiness he’s experienced, his innate desire to care and protect, and the pressures of being a young man made to grow up too quickly. My aunt said it best when she said that our men are our shields. They are the protectors and the providers. They shield us from hurt and sadness and pain and fear.
But who protects our men?
Who shields them from all the hurt the world has to offer?
My father carried us all with the strength of his back.
* if you are interested in international shipping (outside of Australia) please contact me directly on kayla.arabenabyrnes@gmail.com to process your order *
My father is the strongest man I know.
When I was a child, he would lift me onto his shoulders so I could see into the big, bright world. At that time, I didn’t realise that he was already carrying so much on his shoulders. Moments of devastating sorrow balanced out by delightful happiness he’s experienced, his innate desire to care and protect, and the pressures of being a young man made to grow up too quickly. My aunt said it best when she said that our men are our shields. They are the protectors and the providers. They shield us from hurt and sadness and pain and fear.
But who protects our men?
Who shields them from all the hurt the world has to offer?
My father carried us all with the strength of his back.
* if you are interested in international shipping (outside of Australia) please contact me directly on kayla.arabenabyrnes@gmail.com to process your order *