Dad was a Romantic
The best thing about my father was the way he loved my mother. Dad was a romantic.
My mom told me she met my dad for the first time at a family gathering. She said he was the most handsome man in the room. He was pretty dapper in his day!
I loved his happy temperament. My kids always got a kick out of his excitement when we arrived at grandma and grandpa’s for a visit. His favorite saying was “How sweet it is!” He loved the simple things: a home-cooked meal, family, playing cards, watching the ballgame with my mother. We teased the heck out of him for being such a staunch Cubs fan, but he would laugh it off and say that somebody has to be for the underdog. They were his team and he was loyal even though they hardly ever won. That says a lot about a man!
My dad was the best dancing partner a girl could have! I remember a beautiful waltz with him at my wedding.
Whenever I am missing dad, I don’t have to look too far. Both of my brothers are clones! They look like him, walk like him and are faithful husbands in good times and in bad. They chase those “I miss dad blues” away, every time. It took me and my siblings a while to figure out what true boldness is. We finally realized later in life, that it is “consistent strength under pressure.” That’s boldness to us. It was not always easy to get along with our spirited mom, but our dad demonstrated a bold love that stays the course and his calm, loving ways made it look like a piece of cake.
As Father’s Day approaches, I am thankful for my earthly father. He left behind a legacy of a man who knew how to love his wife and children and grandchildren. No wonder it was so easy for me to believe and accept my Heavenly Father’s love!
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