honouring dad...

I was planning a tribute to my dad today...with whom I will be spending some time this weekend. But then I thought that I really should honour all the dads that are so near and dear to me!

For the first twenty years of my life...my dad was there for me. He told me lots of stories (some scary...some true); rescued me from many dangers (real and perceived); he taught be how to play ball and how to ride bike; he attempted to teach me to drive; he taught me to work and to play...that life was to be enjoyed. He loved me...although that was something that was rarely talked about in my home.

For the next twenty-five years of my life there was another dad that was number one...and that was the father to my children. It was his turn to love, mold and teach...and how quickly those years flew by.

He built sandboxes and tree forts...and took the boys fishing.

And then along came Heidi...daddy's little girl. She was always full of vim and vigor and had her dad wrapped around her little finger for the most part.

He taught the kids to work hard...and to laugh and enjoy life. And he modelled the faith of his father before him...living out his relationship with God. He was a good dad to our children...and for that I would like to say thanks to my hubby.

And now my sons are both fathers. What a special privilege and an awesome responsibility! How strange and wonderful it is to see those little boys all grown up...and interacting with their own children. Kris loved to read...and knew his books inside out...and collected shelves full of books.


Now I see him reading books to his daughter...who loves books more than any toys.

And not so many years ago, I watched Jeremy playing in the pasture with his German Shepherd dog Mindy and his cat Larry...


...and now I see him walking through the fields with his children. And I am proud of them both as dads...and will pray for them, as their job has just begun.

So to all the dads in my life...Happy Father's Day and I love you all! And I'm off to Shuswap Lake for the weekend to spend some time with two of those dads.


It looks like my dad is hoping to play ball...you can never be too old for ball! And I'm sure he'll be planning to tell lots of stories...some may even be true. The sun is going to shine (that's wishful thinking)...and I'm looking forward to a wonderful time.

Have a wonderful Father's Day weekend...