It's Sunday. It's the third Sunday in June to be exact. And that would make today Fathers Day! So, in honor of that.....
I'm thankful for my daddy!
He is one of the significant men in my life who I know will ALWAYS be there. Growing up he always did everything he could to take care of his family and provide for us. He would do lots of little things around the house to show that he loves us. My dad's has always show his love through acts of service which growing up in the moment I don't think I understood or saw the depth of his love for us as my acts of service would not be one of my stronger love languages. But as I look back now and understand that about him.....it's very clear how much he loves us. :)
I was clearly a daddy's girl growing up. (Ok so I still am in many ways....right mom? haha). I love the pictures of when I was younger and I was always hanging on him and hugging on him. Some of my favorite memories were going on the annual birthday breakfast date with Dad and my 16th birthday dinner date (yes I still got a breakfast date that year too! haha), where he proceed to give my my purity ring and tell me all guys are slime and just to stay away from them (wish I listened to that a little more. ha.). Oh and of course he did and continues to make the typical comments about guys in my life....just like any father would. There is a picture of him and my last boyfriend standing there and Dad has gun in his hand and my ex a scared look. It was all in fun at the time. But now.....it's REALLY funny cause my Dad really did want to take a gun to him after we broke up in a way I've never seen him want to any other guy I dated. (My theory is that his intensity in that was actually because he really, really liked this guy.... haha.)
But I think one that really stands out to me was back when I was pursuing the option of going to Northern Ireland. I was 19, living at home, going to Palomar College and I had already decided I wouldn't go without my parents blessing. We'd all been talking about this for about a year and I came to the place that it was going to have to be a God thing for them to be okay with me taking a break from school. Dad took me to breakfast (I think this was a birthday breakfast but maybe not...) and he told me that I had their blessing to go and that they didn't want to stand in the way of anything God may have for me. I think that moment was significant in my mind because I know that was a hard thing for him to say and do. And in a lot of ways it was him "letting me go" to start making choices and decisions as I felt God lead me. I remember walking away thinking how much I knew he selfishly didn't really want me to go but that he loved me so much that He wanted what God wanted for me more than anything.
And still to this day my dad does little things to show his love even though I'm hundreds of miles away. For example....I went home in May and my dad did several things to make sure I had a working car for me to be able to come and go as I please. That is him loving me. He gave me $40 when I left to pay for the parking at the airport when I returned to Denver. That is him loving me. Him always telling me that if I need a loan to fix my car (or whatever) to let him know. That is him loving me. Him telling me I'm not allowed to date anyone till I finish grad school (haha). That is him loving me. Him listening to me talk about random stuff on the phone that he doesn't really care about (usually he passes me off to mom at this stage but sometimes he'll listen). That is him loving me. We live in a world where broken families and children not having involved fathers in their lives is the norm. And I am so thankful that I was blessed with one who has always been involved in my life, always loved me and always will.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad!
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