He took time to make the little things big things for us. Every time I played the piano for my Dad growing up, he would rave about me being the next big concert pianist. I wrote a story - Dad would declare me a future published author. He suffered through years of dance recitals, and gymnastics meets, and had to take out a second mortgage to pay for the gas it took to drive us to all those practices!
Dad had a childish wonder about the world that gave us a passion for the world around us. He would never accept "average" for our best - but always pushed us to give our all. He never talked down to us, but encouraged us to break the stereo type of what the "normal" kid should look like, and use the minds God gave us to excel just about every area. Dad was never satisfied with pat answers. He wanted us to learn to think for ourselves, and to seek out the Truth.
I've received countless intangible gifts from my Dad. He's always been a big believer in reading - and from early on in our childhood, he was careful to share all kinds of literature with us. I've inherited that love of reading, and hope to pass it on to my children as well. Dad taught me to love music - not just one kind of music, all music (although I still have a hard time choking down that Country . . .)! I can still remember being three or four, and Dad asking me "Wanna listen to some Rock & Roll?" and sitting with him in the rocking chair, in the very middle of the living room, with the speakers blasting - and being perfectly content.
Even when he was tired, Dad never made us feel like he was "obligated" to spend time with us, but made us feel treasured. He praised us unceasingly through our growing up years, never sparing a chance to tell us how proud he was of us.
|Dad with my Grandpa|
To this day, I admire my Dad's love of knowledge about Scripture, and theology. He is humble enough to admit he'll never know it all, but hungry enough to never stop seeking more. God has blessed me with a Dad who taught me to know why I believe what I believe. Not just because so and so said it was right, but to look for answers, and come to my own conclusions. By God's grace, I was pointed in the right direction!
I have far more awesome memories of my Dad than could possibly fit into a blog post, but as a daughter who is eternally grateful, Dad, thanks! For everything. I love you.
Dad & Grandpa