The majesty of a tree
The warmth of a summer sun
The calm of a quiet sea
The generous soul of nature
The comforting arm of night
The wisdom of the ages
The power of an eagle’s flight
The joy of a morning in spring
The faith of a mustard seed
The patience of eternity
The depth of a family need
Then God combined these qualities
And when there was nothing more to add
He knew His masterpiece was complete
And so He called it “Dad”(By Unknown)
Yesterday we celebrated a day that only comes once a year, but is the accumulation of a lifetime of love and devotion: Fathers’ Day.
When my Grandma came up a few months ago after Caleb was born, she told me stories of how my own Daddy acted after I was born. She said how he and my Momma would rush home from work each day, just to play with me. They were fascinated by every little detail of my little life and my Dad loved to just sit and hold me.
Even now, I remember being a little girl and how no matter how busy my Dad was, he always made time for me somehow. I remember him sitting at his desk and my playing on the floor in his office, just enjoying being together. And yet each night, without fail, I’d lay flat on the living room floor as he would put his arms tightly around me. “Tower, this is Flight 244, non-stop to Megan’s room. Requesting permission for take-off.” “Err, Roger that Flight 244, you are cleared for take off.”
And with that he would take me on a wild ride, zooming around the house, making plane noises as I got dizzier and dizzier and laughed harder and harder. Finally, he would “crash land” on my bed and then tuck me in with a kiss.
I see that same love in his eyes each time he sees Caleb. Every other week or so, we try to have a video chat with my parents, so they can see their grandson. It amazes me each time how my somber father can stick his fingers in his ears, cross his eyes, and wiggle his tongue in an effort to make Caleb smile. God places something tender in Dads, just for their children. And now, just for their grandchildren.
I’m so thankful that I had an example of a godly man. Daddy always taught me to dream big, to follow God, and to know that I am special, and to settle for nothing less. When choosing a spouse, I looked for those same qualities that I saw in my own father. I wanted to marry someone who would love me as much as my Dad loves my Mom.
God answered that prayer. Every day, I notice another way that Micah is like Dad, even down to how they both know a little about everything. No matter the subject, I could ask Dad a question and he would know something about it. I’m thankful for that. For marrying a man that I can respect as much as I respect my dad. A man that I know will be as good as father for our children as Dad was for me.
Daddy, I love you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for always being there, always caring, always being faithful to God, to Mom, and to us.
Your little girl,