A Father’s Love

19 Jun

This Sunday is Father’s Day. My heart always hurts a little more every June when this holiday comes around. This is a day set apart to just celebrate fathers. New fathers, old fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and so on. You see, I may be a little biased, but I had the best earthly father of all. 

My Daddy was known by many. He always worked hard and always made you laugh. He would get up really early each morning for work and before he left the house he told each of us goodbye. He would start with my mom, then me, then my brother. Nine times out of ten we were still sleeping when he left, but that never stopped him from his routine. He called me “britches,” I still to this day haven’t figured out where this silly nickname came from, but each morning before heading out the door he would say, “bye britches, I love you!” 

He would work all day and come home exhausted. However, in many occasions he would go out to his shop and work on cars. He was a great mechanic. Not only was he hard-working, he was hilarious.

He always acted goofy and always made people laugh! I remember so often he would drive me crazy acting silly, but he always made us laugh…and everyone else too!

He had a heart of gold. He was a good, good man. He would do absolutely anything for his family and his love for us was something we never questioned. 

He LOVED Coca-Cola and hamburgers! He used to tell me that when he was younger he would ride his bike to the store and get hamburger meat and chocolate milk. He would come home and make hamburgers for that night and his lunch the next day. Mustard and pickles only, nothing more, nothing less. 

There were countless occasions and hours he spent helping with events at our church. Even the many times that he didn’t feel good or was exhausted, that didn’t stop him from helping. He would drive to the city in a drop of a hat if we needed anything or everything for a Youth Ralley at church…even multiple times a day! 

He LOVED to cook…and was dang good at it! He would grill hamburgers for church or for our town’s festival, never charging a dime. Oh and his pinto beans and fried turkey should’ve been famous! 😊

I got to spend 20 wonderful years with my Daddy. 20 years of love, memories, and laughter. It was three and a half years ago that he went to Heaven to be with Jesus. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him or miss him. He wasn’t perfect, but he was hands down, by far, the best Daddy ever. 

So as we get closer to Father’s Day and my heart begins to ache a little more so than usual, I can hold on to the fact that I will see my Daddy again in Heaven someday. When I get there I’m going to give him the biggest hug. 

“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.” –Psalm‬ ‭68‬:‭5‬ NIV 

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” –Psalm‬ ‭34‬:‭18‬ NIV

“For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” –Psalm‬ ‭100‬:‭5‬ NIV

My Daddy when he was a little boy! 💙

Momma, Daddy, & me after my high school graduation! 😊

School pictures from when my Daddy was a little boy! 💙

May 2011; our last family picture together before my college gradation. ❤️

Best parents in the universe! ❤️❤️❤️

Acting silly before my brother’s wedding in August 2009! 😄

In all the cards my Daddy would give me he would always sign them, “Love you forever, Daddy.” This is my daily reminder. ❤️

Oh this necklace is SO special! The diamond cross in the center was a Christmas present from my brother. He said he wanted to be the first man to ever give me diamonds. The gold band encircling it was my Daddy’s wedding band which he never, ever took off. Such a treasure! ❤️

 

And I wore this treasure on the most important day of my life; my wedding day. ❤️


  

So this Sunday, hug your Daddy a little tighter and never, ever take a moment for granted. 

Blessings, 

Mrs. Hannah D. 

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