I love to celebrate the person who helped make me who I am today...my own father. He built castles in the sand and had perfect timing of letting go as I peddled my bike for the very first time. He reminded me that I am fearfully and wonderfully made and could accomplish anything my heart desired. He painted a crystal clear picture of my Heavenly Father's love, taught me to believe in myself, and overrid nearly every No way! my mom gave me when I asked for a ferret and a lamb and a bird and a bunny and (another) doggy.
And I love to celebrate the person who I'm on this journey called parenthood with. He gags when he changes diapers but does it anyway and exercises patience when I don't. He lifts are babes in the air and kisses them at night. He goes to doctor's appointments and coaches tball. He never lets our family eat dinner without a prayer, and he says, "Let's go!" when I plan a surprise birthday party on the fly on a day that should be all his own.
No words do justice to the way I feel about these two.
And no title did either which is why I started with It's Father's Day (Sort of like I started with It's Saturday yesterday. Tomorrow, I promise I won't say It's Monday. I really rather not keep reminding myself.).
Happy Father's Day to the two best fathers I know! I love you more than words can say!
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