Happy Father’s Day (to me… ).

And it IS a happy Father’s Day.  I woke up early this morning (as I do every Sunday morning) and lay there thinking about today.  How blessed can one person be was my thought.  Laying beside a beautiful wife, lover, friend, companion, helper; surrounded (literally) by kids who are GREAT kids; my kids who are old enough have a real and living relationship with God; our younger kids have a heart for God and will grow into a wonderful relationship with Him; our four little treasures with Down syndrome bring joy, laughter, amazement, (and yes sometimes sadness).

Here’s some things I never knew could bring such amazing and real joy:

• the joy experienced when you look at that little piece of plastic and there’s two lines on it
• seeing your baby moving around on the ultrasound for the first time
• hearing that little heartbeat for the first time
• holding that tiny baby and realizing that it’s US – my wife and I – and the fruit of our love and life
• the first time you hear the word dada (or papa)
• the first time your kid prefers you to anyone else
• when they just want sit with you, just SIT with you
• unexpected hugs and kisses, just because
• a sweet smile that is only mine and no one else’s
• seeing my older kids walk with the Lord
• sitting in a restaurant with everyone making a huge mess and laughing together (and watching everyone stare at us)
• the simple things that happen every day, over and over and over

So to my Heavenly Father, God, the ultimate Dad, thank you for being my Papa and loving me no matter what.  I hope I bring you joy and make you smile.

To my earthly dad who left earth so many years ago…too early, unexpectedly.  I love you and miss you.  Wish you were here to see these great kids and that they could know you.  Happy Father’s Day.

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