Mom and Dad were here for Fathers Day. They actually were here to pick up the girls to take them to Port Aransas. Sheila and I are not going until Tuesday. I have a couple of hearings that I can’t get moved.
Anyway, as I sat in my study on Sunday morning drinking coffee and reading the paper with my Dad and discussing the news and other topics, I was thinking how lucky and blessed I am to have a father like him. First, it was wonderful to grow up in a house with him. He did everything for us. Sacrificed when need. Took us neat places. Hunting. Camping. Ball games. Skiing. Vacations. He made it all happen.
Second, he taught me how to work. Being a professional is not easy. It isn’t necessarily meant to be. You get the rewards and they can be wonderful. But you get the headaches too. Watching him has helped me navigate my professional career. What a blessing.
Third, Dad and I are friends. It is wonderful as you grow older to become friends with your father. I still ask for the occasional advice. More often than not he just helps me process rather than giving me an answer. (That is true wisdom.) But we are hunting buddies and Apple geeks and camera buffs together. We like to go and do together. I has been truly fun to experience that.
Lastly and most importantly, Dad has taught and shown me faith. Not the showy kind. But the steady, consistent, non wavering kind. The kind that grows and last and matures.
To sum it up, I’ve been blessed to have a father that I can pattern my life after. And after all, isn’t that what fathers are all about, showing their sons and daughters the way and the Way.
Thanks Dad. I love you.