There has never been any question of my importance to him; I have always known that he loves me and is proud of me. I remember him sewing me a poodle skirt in elementary school and feeling so proud at school the next day, telling everyone that my DAD made mine for me. There was nothing he couldn't fix, make, or cook. He mediated many a "conversation" between me and my mom during those teenage years. I was fiercely independent all the while growing up, but always seemed to find it okay to sit in dad's lap. (Something I still do!). My first (brutal) year of college, I looked forward to two things: 1) choir practice on Monday nights and 2) talking to my dad afterwards while walking back to my dorm. I could always count on it. We still are able to talk about life, faith, and how we are growing with God. My conversations are with dad may be less frequent than the ones with my mom, but I have cherished each and every one of them.On this day celebrating our fathers, I just had to pay tribute to mine. Everyone thinks their dad is the best and I guess I'm no different. He's the best. He has reflected the perfect love of my heavenly Father in a beautiful way. His love for me has always been consistent, steady, irreplaceable. I'm forever grateful to God for my dad.
Happy Father's Day!!
