Friday, June 13, 2014

Father's Day

My father left this world when I was three years old. I remember, as a young child, asking Jesus to tell him happy Father's Day. That only lasted a few years and then I simply forgot. I never forgot my father, but Father's Day had no special meaning to me. It wasn't until a couple years ago, that I decided to celebrate again. I honestly had to look up what month Father's Day was in. Every year since then, I've written a special post and said a special prayer. This year's post is a little different, but my prayer is the same. 

A is a father. 

When I first met him, I was skeptical about dating someone with children. I wasn't scared of being thrown into a stepmother role that would be greeted with changing diapers, attending soccer games, and driving a minivan. I was scared because his children weren't children. They were teenagers who may very well hate me. I am closer in age to both of them than I am to their father. Initially, this fact sent me running for the hills.

That didn't last long. There was something about this man that drew me in, that wouldn't let me run, though I did try. 

One of the many reasons I fell in love with him is the way his eyes light up when he talks about his girls. His heart is full of love for them and I am so thankful that there was a little room left in there for me. 

Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there!

1 comment:

  1. This is one of my favorite posts you've ever written. LOVE. I love your heart and I love the story you have to tell.