Sunday, July 27, 2008

I was always a Daddy's Girl. I loved to be wherever my dad was. I loved the feel of his face after he shaved, the sound of his voice, even the smell of him.

I miss him. I miss him at strange times, not when you'd expect it. I didn't miss him at our wedding or at the birth of our boys. I did miss him, though, when I opened his tackle box six years after he had died and the finger nail clippers he always used to cut the fishing line were open like he'd just used them. I miss him when Tim is outside grilling and my mama is helping me in the kitchen and I know that, if my dad was here, he'd be out there, standing around the grill, talking about whatever it is guys talk about when they stand around the grill. I miss him when our boys are being particularly ornery because I know, if he was here, he would encourage them!! I miss him when my mama goes places by herself and I know she wishes he could go with her....

...but I wouldn't change the story. I couldn't change the story because, if I changed even one part of the story, it would change the whole thing. It's all part of who I am and who I am becoming. I'm even thankful for the story.

"...and I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain, but if
that's what it takes to praise you...Jesus bring the rain!!"--Mercy Me

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5 comments:

Shannon B. said...

This was so sweet it made me cry....I will never forget when you called me that summer to tell me about your dad. Love you, Shannon

Angie said...

Love you, friend!~

Mom on the Go said...

i get it more now than i did then. sorry i wasn't more there for you during that early season. here's to "living" inspite of "sacrifice", my dear.

gretchen said...

i miss him too. i love the funny stories he would tell...like big mouth frog. i miss hearing him sing at church and around the piano at your house.

Alana said...

Sweet post and very honoring to your Dad.