The men in our lives are wonderful. All of them in their own ways. We learn something every time they enter and exit out lives. And more often than not that is their purpose in our lives, to teach us something. As my sister would call it, we gush about that one man in our lives, the one that makes us feel special, our heart skip a beat and our palms all sweaty. We talk about it with our girlfriends and even our guy friends.
There is however one man that is often overlooked:
In my life my dad s the only man in the house. He helped to raise three girls, somewhat uncharted territory for a man who had 3 brothers and whose sisters were older than he. We were not tomboys and playing house and babies were our forte. But he did it, he loved us, sacrificed, and worked to have a relationship with us.
One of my favourite memories of the 2 of us is last year after i moved away to go to school and they came up for the weekend to visit and to see the football game. I was putting food that my mom brought me (sixth love language... but that is another story) in the freezer and as i was still half in the freezer, my dad came up behind me and gave me this huge hug! That little simple impulsive gesture showed me how much he cared.
I won't say the three of us - especially me - made it super easy on him, we were hard to get along we in our teenage years. Dad and I hardly ever say eye to eye (just ask him about teaching me to drive-SCARY). Even now we have our differences but I know that he loves me still and I love him. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect but neither am I, the only perfect one is God, the Father.
As I embark on a new journey in life, I decided today that I needed to gush about my dad. He is a wonderful man of God and has taught me so much in life. Thank you for always being there.