Tomorrow is Father's Day, and I don't know if the day will ever get any easier.
The ads about "Buy Dad this," Give Dad that," hurt! I wish I could give him a gas gtill, or a silly card, or an ugly tie. But most of all, I wish I could give him a hug. Just a hug. Just one more hug. There are times my arms almost ache to wrap around him.
But I've been thinking the past few days, and I've realized that a couple of things I inherited from my dad (besides my narrow jaw and my terror in front of a crowd) are his love of travel and his enjoyment of a good story. Hmm...sound familiar?
And he loved his family.
And he loved God.
So I've decided that tomorrow I'm going to honor my dad by going to church and honoring God. Then I'll honor Dad by loving and enjoying his grandkids and great-grandkids (and his son-in-law).
Then, Monday, I'll honor him by getting up and packing for my train trip, and Tuesday, by going on the trip. (He loved trains, too.) I'll honor him by soaking up the sights and taking pictures and making friends and helping people in need.
But most of all, I'll honor him by finishing the book. Because another thing he loved was seeing me stretch to reach my potential.
So, Happy Father's Day, Dad!
This year, for your special day, I'm giving you a busy,motivated, happy, helpful, friendly, accomplished, confident woman—me! I know it's just what you've always wanted.