Yesterday at church we heard a great Father's Day message. The message was powerful for Bill and watching him be impacted was powerful for me. It wasn't anything earth shattering, but listening to my husband worship was. For the first time in a long time, I heard his voice singing above the rest. It was like looking at him with new eyes. He made a few "promises" as his role as dad goes due to the message. He is starting a journal for each of our kids to write to them about what is going on in their lives, and how he feels about it. This is huge considering he has never journaled (except in college where his "journal" was more of a notebook to comment about scripture). He has also committed to a few other things that will help keep our family running smoothly. I have had a really hard time on Father's Day the last couple years, as it's kind of sticky when you don't have a dad. By have a hard time, I mean bawling my eyes out for the whole weekend and not being able to walk down the card aisle. I have been holding Bill to the same standard I held my dad to. Well, guess what? Bill is not my dad. My dad had more practice and more insight, as he was a father for 32 years and Bill has been one for 4. My dad as I remember him (MY HERO) may be different than my mom remembers, or what really happened. Regardless, my dad will always be the measuring stick I use as dads go. So I need to cut Bill a little slack. I got a phone call from a sweet friend today reminding me just how great my husband is. Sure, he works too much and sometimes inadvertently undermines what I do with the kids. GRRR!!! But he loves me, he loves our kids, he is committed to being a dad and a husband. He is faithful and hard working. Although he seems to put too much into his job, he is the primary breadwinner and so his job has to be important (to him and to us). So today I am reflecting about how lucky we are to have him. Happy Father's Day!
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