Happy Father’s Day Dad

RIP to the man that used to wear these shoes.  Here is a picture of me standing in my father’s shoes.  I love this picture because it symbolizes all the years before his passing that I wanted to be just like him.  What is it that I saw in him that I admired so much?  I loved his creativity, humor, and compassion for others.   My father taught me many things, from learning to ski,  to how to drive a car and how to navigate a kitchen.  More importantly, he taught me how to be of service, humble, gracious and kind.  Yes, my father is gone, but he leaves behind four children and ten grandchildren that will carry a piece of him with them on their journey.

 

Here is a picture of my godfather at my christening.  A “father” chosen by my parents to look over me and guide me in my religious journey.  Although I don’t remember a single conversation about religion, I do remember how he made me feel.  When I was around Uncle John, it felt as if I were the only one in the room or the only one that mattered.  He would tell funny stories, and when I was telling him something, I knew he was listening.  On our annual trips east, we could always count on Uncle John to make us laugh, feel special, and he was always up for the late night or early morning donut runs.  Another father figure that has passed, but his memory goes on.

 

Truth be told, when I was dating my husband, I never once thought about the type of father he would be.  I knew that I had wanted children since I was five and just assumed that was enough.  One thing I did know is that I loved Richard’s family.  Not having any living grandparents of my own, I was drawn to the multi-generational bonds and family traditions.  In the picture to the left is my husband, his father and grandfather.  All three men share the same name, gentle hearts and fierce desire to take care of their family.

 

 

Here is a picture of my husband reading a book to our oldest son on his first doctor’s appointment.  As we anxiously await the nurse to bring in a tray of shots to administer to our precious gift, my sweet husband takes out a book and begins reading to our newborn.  Without any “official training”, my life partner, the love of my life, stepped into the role of “father” all on his own.

 

What makes a “good” father?  In my opinion, it is a boy that sees and feels the importance of the men that have been there for them in their lives, whether it be a father, godfather, grandfather, teacher, or coach, and then turn around to pass the same kindness they received onto the children in their lives.

Happy Father’s Day to all the great men out there who take the time to show their love and kindness to the future fathers of the world.

Especially my husband, Richard, for giving me these four little blessings.

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