Last night I watched a play, DANCING WITH MY FATHER, featuring 5 women of Actors Co-op who told of and dramatized their relationships with their fathers. It was a sweet show, but full of a whole bunch of disappointments and unrealized dreams. I sat there as women around me (and men) wept with strong identification.
Throughout the show there were segments in which they'd tell of dreamed for scenes with their "fantasy dad." And through everyone of those scenes I sat their blessed to know that those scenes have been a reality for me. I've always thought you were a wonderful father, dad, but I never as profoundly grateful for you as I was last night as I watched the show.
Thank you for the time, the tickling, the talks (mostly you listening to me talk) and your tender care for me all of these years. You've shown your love for me, my husband, your grandkids in COUNTLESS ways. And though I've complained about it in recent years, your grandsons would add another T that they like about you: teasing! (Go figure!). But for me, I'm especially grateful for the time you've taken to write special notes and letters to me. I cherish those notes. Have scanned them all (even the notes you wrote for what you were going to say for our wedding...a speech that didn't get made, but I've read the words over and over!) I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate and love you.
You pour your life out and come alongside so many others to build them up and encourage them. You balance all that helping with your quiet walk with Jesus, and he gives you the energy and connections to be the right person at the right time for so, so many people!
How blessed I am to be your daughter. You're the "fantasy dad" that all the kids wish they had!
Happy Father's Day.
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