It’s his birthday today, so it’s a rather opportune time to share some things I love about my father:
He is a good husband. After 30+ years of marriage, he still loves and cherishes my mom, brings her flowers, kisses her in front of us kids, cares for her. I’ll be so blessed if the Lord ever provides me a guy like my dad.
He’s a good father. Today as a gift, my mom gave him a mug which had on it the dates of his six hikes up Mt. Kenya over the past 15 years, one trip with each of us kids. And it’s not just those big momentous events that are special . I remember the time when I lost a little pursein Heathrow Airport in London. It was a gift from him and I was devastated. He sat down in the terminal and cried with me. . . that’s just my daddy.
He’s a good example. How many times did I stumble bleary-eyed out into the dining room early early in the morning only to find my dad, Bible open, having his quiet time with the Lord? That image sticks with me . . . and it’s a good one to remember.
Some things that remind me of my dad:
Coffee brewing in the morning. Phillies games on the radio on hot summer nights. Rush Limbaugh on the radio on sun splattered afternoons as Dad drove us home from the bus stop in PA. Hall’s cough drops. Toothpicks. Tabasco sauce. Weetabix cereal . . . with little green bananas. “Java Jive” by Manhattan Transfer. Dave Brubeck. “Rhapsody in Blue”. Running. His quote, “Love the pain, thrive on the agony. H-O-R-S-E (although we call that basketball game Z-E-B-R-A where we live) and Around the World. The King’s Stilts by Dr. Seuss.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you.
Made for Eternity 