DaddyThursday, August 04, 2011
When I was growing up, I never saw my dad cry. He was the strongest person I knew, and he always knew how to fix everything. He was stern, but loving, and he loved my family more than anything in the world. I knew that then, and I know this now.
Time changes, though, and I think we all grow a little softer as we get a little older. Through all of the life events we've experienced as a family over the years, especially this year, I continue to see my father become a little more human each day. In fact, as I type this entry, my dad is finishing up surgery in Virginia for a spot they recently found on his kidney. I know that this, along with my recent move, has caused him and my mother a lot of uneasiness over the past several months. I can't help but feel guilty for leaving them during such a difficult time, but I trust that this is a moment given to them by God, who brings us all closer together through the struggles we go through. I've witnessed it with my family before, and I'm seeing it once again.
|My parents and me at my wedding (betcha couldn't guess from the big, white dress)|
Okay, so I will end this post by predicting (with 105% certainty) that it will make my parents cry (which is something they know I hate), but I'll just continue to focus on all of the happy right now. Today is about my dad, and he deserves a little hubbub.