Some of my favorite memories include our just-the-two-of-us road trips. We went to Colorado to check out colleges. Then a couple years later we drove fourteen hours so I could see the boy I loved for his one day pass from Ft. Benning. Thirty hours of driving for less than 24 hours of visit and my dad drove just to know I was safe and protect my young heart from breaking. He then drove halfway across the country the other way multiple times to help that same boy and me move to Washington State, then me home during that boy's Iraq tour, back out at his return, and back home again. He even drove halfway across the country with me just so I could pick up my new car.
Even if he had not proven time and again that he would go the distance for me, physically, he proves it a million times over day to day. He taught me so much about working hard but balancing that with looking out for yourself. He taught me about what it means to be a good boss and look out for the people under you. He doesn't just teach about doing what is right, he lives it.
There are a million songs that remind me of my dad. From Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle and I Loved Her First by Heartland that we danced to at my weddings to remind me of those special moments to the songs that just tell of the love dad's have for daughters; there is no shortage of songs. But one song in particular has always struck a cord, reminding me of all my dad has done for me and bringing tears to my eyes every time it plays. That song is That's My Job by Conway Twitty. While there may be some country version of the James Bond song out there to fit who he is as a man, it is Conway Twitty's song that tells who he is as a father.
I'm grateful for Papa. I'm grateful for all the rough teenage years he graciously dealt with so we could be so close today. I'm grateful for all the trips we have taken together. And I'm grateful for all the trips he took just for me, to help me. I'm grateful for all the advice he has given me on love, work, and life. I'm grateful for all the ways he models responsibility, respect, and truly being a good person. I'm grateful for his cowboy boots that just add to who he is. I'm grateful for the funny memories of him taking us to the ocean and still being in his bluejeans and boots playing along the shore. I'm grateful for his gentleness at my heartbreaks and his ability to control his own emotions to respect my wishes. I'm grateful for all the artists out there that wrote songs about a father's love that are so fitting and pluck at the heart. Most of all I am grateful to have been so blessed to get such an amazing dad.
What are your favorite moments with your dad? Who was a powerful role model for you?
May we celebrate the people who helped make us who we are today. May we raise our children to be the respectful and responsible, loving humans that we cherish so much in our role models. Have a beautiful day!