I had good intentions to write up a Father’s Day post, but, as you can see, it didn’t quite happen. So, without further ado …
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
Some of you may find it a bit of a surprise to know that when I was little I was every bit a daddy’s girl. I would latch on to his back pocket to keep track of him. When he would run into the store, I would sing for him to hurry back. When he walked down the street to work in our elderly neighbors yard, I would ride along in the wheelbarrow. When family and friends would chuckle over something silly he said or did, I would get simply indignant! Hands on hips, teeth clenched, I would glare and say, “Don’t make fun of my daddy!”
My daddy, you see, could do no wrong.
So my wish for all you fathers out there is this: may you realize just how much you loved. That no matter your failures or disappointments, there’s a part of your child that will always hold out hope that you will be the man they believed you to be. That you would come to know the large place you hold in your child’s heart – and what a precious gift that is …