Saturday, August 27, 2011
My Dad, The Kitchen Table and Love
But then we snap back to the busy day. My sister, brother and I, run him to all the grandkid's sporting events that he misses when he's back home. We have meals all together and laugh and laugh and laugh. I watch my dad's eyes, darting from grown child to grown child, from grandchild to grandchild, noticing everything, everyone. I pray I have made him proud. I pray he sees the life of God in me. He and my mom spent their lives pouring His love, knowledge and wisdom into us and I hope Dad can see the fruit of their labor when he looks at me.
If my Heavenly Father is anything like my earthly father, I will run to Him with joy when it's my time to meet Him! I love you, Dad. You are my hero.
From His Lap,