I have been for as long as I can remember. In fact, one of my favorite memories of my dad was the year that I got to spend his anniversary with him instead of my mom. I know, I know, he should have been able to spend it with her but he had to go speak at a church and my mom needed to stay at our home church that week.
I remember being so excited that I got to spend time alone with Daddy. We traveled I don't even remember where. We spent hours in the car, some of which I slept. We visited this little church where the parsonage was a really old fire house that used to house horses (I think). But most importantly, we got to spend some quality time together.
My favorite part about that trip was when we stopped to tour a submarine. I remember being so excited because it was something that I alone got to share with my Daddy. We walked through this submarine that was a bit cramped inside but that didn't matter to me, I was with my dad.
Throughout the years my relationship with my Dad has changed. I am no longer the little girl that would sit on her Father's lap at bedtime and pretend to fall asleep just so that he would have to carry me to bed. I am no longer the girl who tried to squeeze between mommy and daddy when they kissed just because I could.
I am no longer the little girl that would get in trouble for not cleaning my room, or for putting everything in my kitchen set and under my bed so my room would look clean. I no longer get spankings for being bad, or privileges for being good. Things have changed.
Some things have NOT changed though. My dad has always made sure that I knew that he loved me, whether it be the single red rose he would give me on Valentine's Day, or the way he would come in and tuck me into bed at night, or the way he would be there to guide me as I learned to do something new and scary like ride a bike without training wheels.
Dad has also always been there for me, no matter how far away he is. When I was little he would always be there to pick me up when I fall, to laugh with me when we did something silly, or to hold me when I cried. These things haven't changed. I can still run to my Daddy when I need advice, or when I'm scared or worried, and he still holds me when I cry, even if it is from thousands of miles away.
I love my Daddy more than words can say and I am so thankful that he is MY DADDY!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
I had thought that it would happen this year, but sadly I was wrong. Now as I watch him with other children I become sad, knowing that he will never get the chance to meet our sweet little angel baby on this earth.
I continue to pray, constantly, that God will bless us with children and give my husband the chance to be the amazing Father that I know that he will be. However, until that time comes I simply watch and smile as he enjoys the company of other people's little ones.
Dear husband of mine, I want to wish you a wonderful Father's Day. Even as this day is sad for me I can smile at least a little as I think about the happy moment that you and our sweet angel baby will share when we finally meet her in Heaven and how much I will smile as I watch you laugh and play together.
