Remembering the life of a great man, pastor, husband, friend, Dad.
It’s been 7 years since Dad passed away but every year I still learn something new about him. This year, I learned how much he loved me.
Oh sure I know he loved me and my brothers so much, no doubt about it. But this year I gained a better understanding of how great that love is. I wish I knew sooner, but I needed to be a parent first to understand.
Look at THAT SMILE! That smile on his face when he held me for the first time. Or when he carried me (and my balloon!) on my birthday. Or when I sat on his lap looking like a cranky bumble bee. He had that smile on like he couldn’t contain his joy.
That smile speaks volumes, and I get it now. It was the smile of a father who loved her daughter so much, who was crazy about her and would do everything for her.
I know now because I have that same smile on my face when I hold Dawn or Rain in my arms. And I see my husband smile that way too.
I love our daughters so much it makes me tear up. I watch them sleep at night and it’s like my heart is going to burst with so much joy. I’ll do anything for them, sacrifice my life for them, protect them, and be the best Mom I can be for them.
And I realize now that sometime 30 years ago, Dad felt exactly the same way about the baby girl who was growing before his eyes.