6.16.2013

father, fathers

A public expression of gratitude can sound sincere, sometimes a little overreaching. I'd like to share a little story about the fathers in my life, in a hope to express gratitude to them.

My husband, the father of my children.

When our second was in the NICU, I kind of skipped town mentally. And Ty took care of everything. He knew all the nurses, doctors, support staff, respiratory therapists, social workers. He knew the procedures, medicines, machines, and what each beep meant. He knew what the numbers should be on every read out and test. He stayed with her through every procedure in the day and then held me in his arms and cried with me at night. He was, and is a beautiful and wonderful father. And he is that because of his father and grandfathers, and great grandfathers. I am blessed with devoted fathers from his side.

My father.

For as long as I can remember, throughout the hustle and bustle of a house with 7 kids my father always managed to take care of us. Because of him I have all the talents and abilities that make my life wonderful. From shooting the moon to Carmina Burana, my life is amazingly full because of him.  But what I'm most grateful for, is every now and then, he would pull me aside, and tell me that I was beautiful. Not pretty, or cute, but... beautiful. And that has made all the difference in the world to me.

My Heavenly Father.

Although I have yet to see and meet him. I have felt his presence and know He is there, but more importantly, I know that He loves me. During trials in my life, when I am humbled enough to pray for help, the first thing He tells me is that He loves me. And that has made all the difference in my world.

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