Oh Father's Day. I used to really dislike the day and the reminders it gave me. Like Valentine's Day to an unhappy single. I don't have an earthly father that I want to celebrate. No one to change my Facebook profile picture to feature. I've been okay with that for a really long time, but that doesn't mean that I don't still wonder.
I think that because of the way I grew up, I didn't really understand the role of a father. The potential. The responsibility. The love. I saw it secondhand through other men in my life, but there's something different about seeing it modeled and experiencing it in your home.
These days I have someone to celebrate! Every day could be Father's Day at our house. Seriously. One of my goals with our children is to help them understand what a great daddy they have (although I'm quite sure they'll just know it). I am amazed as I watch my husband love those kids...I've just never seen anything like it!
It's the end of a great day and as I reflect on what was supposed to be "his day", I can't help but smile. On Father's Day he:
- held the fussy baby during church, eventually leaving and missing most of the Father's Day message
- cooked our special steak dinner after church while I nursed that same fussy baby
- sacrificed a nap to have alone time at the playground with a 4 year old who thinks daddy is superman and was there to scoop her up and make her feel better when she fell off the equipment there
- shared almost all of his ice cream with the kids who naturally thought dad's was way better than what they had (it was)
- could be recovering from a whirlwind weekend in his recliner right now, but is outside cleaning up our mess from the fun
Of course, these are just a few things, with so many more little things tucked in the cracks of our day. And that's one day. He truly serves us in a selfless way. Every day. And so we will continue to be thankful for you today and every day because you are a gift to us!
