The best moments are the ones where I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, maybe staring across the open pages of a book, maybe mindlessly bending the corners of the papers littering the countertop, and he’s standing cutting strawberries into his cereal, and we’ve landed on something that needs talked through. Or the other night, when we came home from a Sox game with all the family in tow, and it was late, but I asked for a bike ride and he pumped up the tires. It was less about riding stealthily through the quiet neighborhoods under the stars and more about the fact that I had some things that needed talked through.
Sometimes I’m just a little girl and things need talked through. These are the best moments.
They say that when I was little there was no off button. Pure chatterbox, through and through, processing and talking like the alphabet was a gold mine and I was gonna get my share of the wealth. Mom would listen forever, then pass me off to Dad for his own ear workout.
And the listening always said, You matter. You have something to say that I think is valuable and I want to know you, so talk it out. (Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord. Now that’s what I call listening.)
Have I mentioned that my dad is an inspiring, tireless, giving, crazy representation of my Dad?
To my dad: You and mom are my best friends. I’m exhausting and overbearing sometimes and you just never quit. You have poured yourself into me, Lauren, and Becca and we don’t even appreciate the half of it. Your life says to me that loving God and loving people is it—and sometimes it drives you to bend the rules, sometimes it causes you to be an absolute nut. Sometimes you look a little crazy…and it’s because you have your priorities straight. Your tenacity in this church, your marriage, your family, could only be from God and his evidence is all over you and your life. I have snuck onto your blog to chatter some more and say this: I love you. So much. We three are the luckiest daughters on the planet.
Vehement shoes.
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My dad can beat up your dad.
It’s true.
See, ever since I was born I knew I was one of the luckiest little girls because I could be so proud of my dad. Whether my huge smirking baby cheeks proved how much I adored him, or my fat little infant thighs were testimony to how much he filled me with love, my daddy blessed my life starting from day one.
The biggest testament to my dad’s awesome parenting is how he made me and my sisters legitimately think we were princesses. Countless homevideos feature me and my sisters in costume, dressed to the nine only to twirl around in circles for the camera, and for dad. See, no prince was necessary when we had dad’s admiring smile. You all look so pretty. Twirl around again!
Even now those approving glances mean the world, even if they do involve embarrassing exposure in front of the whole church congregation.:) And what is so beautiful is how he not only makes us feel important, but his love and approval have translated into a royal treatment of a different caliber. Dad has shown us how Christ loves us, and because of his example, we are living and striving towards our own relationships with the King. We are legitimate princesses in Christ because dad helped us believe we are so worth loving.
Thanks dad for embracing this topsy-turvy life with three girls. Thanks for loving us individually, for making us so so proud to be your daughters, and for keeping your eye on the prize of Christ the whole time. We love you. I love you.
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MY dad is the best. Everyone says that about their father, but if you were to look at my family you could see how my dad has had an impact on each one of our lives. My dad always takes time for play (especially now that we have a wii). He always pushes us to do our best, but won’t be let down or upset if we fall short of what he wants.
My dad is loving, kind, and compassionate. My dad is the face of Jesus. When he plays with kids, a sense of joy comes over him. He taught us how to be all the things that Jesus is. I am who I am because he chose to listen to God in all ways. My dad paved the way for our family. He looks out for us and always wants the best for our family, but never hesitates to tell how things do not always come easy. You have to trust God, he says. I learned to have my own relationship with the Savior because of his and mom’s example.
My dad can be my best friend and my worst enemy, but I will always know that no matter how much we disagree on things, he only wants the best for me. My dad deserves so much more than one day; he deserves eternity.
I love you dad. You’re the best.
Love, bec
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