I took this picture (of my brother-in-law and nephew) yesterday at the Cider Mill. It made me think about the gift of father/son (or daughter) relationships. Some of my best memories of my father were when we ran an errand together and it was just the two of us in the car. My dad was a quiet man and it seemed that when there was a lot of chaos, he sat quietly in the background. When I called my parents, my dad was always quick to pass the phone off to my mom. I remember giving him a hard time saying, "No, Dad... I want to talk to you!" I could always tell when he was home alone because that was the only time he was actually quite chatty. He'd tell me a long story about a project he was working on or all about his garden. I regret those times when I was in a hurry and didn't have as much patience as I would have liked.
This picture made me feel badly for sons (and daughters) who lose their earthly father at a young age. I know one son in particular who would give anything to hear his father tell him how proud he is of the man he has become. Some guys never get the chance to hear those words. I'm thanking God right now for bringing other men in their lives to tell them the words they long to hear! If you are wishing you could go on just one more walk with a loved one right now, know there is someone in Michigan having cider and donuts, Praying for you and hoping you know how proud He is of you!
I hope you are having a great Saturday!
Much love,
Angie xoxo
3 comments:
Nothing like a (THE) Father's Love. Making me miss my own dad this day--it was that kind of day for me anyway with all the relatives around. And can I just say my family can COOK and therefore I eat! A touching post for me this gorgeous autumn day. Love, Annette
Very sweet, thank you.
This is simply beautiful...your heart, your words, the picture.
Thank you.
Love,
Paula
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