I throw my husband a massive high-five and then jump and scream with crazy that my kids have him.
I find myself hard-pressed to think of anything better for my kids than their Dad…..
I am so daggone, up-a-tree thankful for Jim…, the Dad who loves, educates, protects, provides, disciplines, plays, leads, wrestles, jokes, races, challenges, and adores our 5 God-handed kids.
How desperately kids instinctually yearn for a strong, Father figure. I’m thinking of those kids without families…maybe in orphanages …. without a Poppa …. to lead them.
And, yet again, I think God for HIS Fathering and that He can step in where others have stepped out.
But, again, Jim….thanks for stepping in my love … Life’s okay as long as you’ve got our compass.
So…let’s take a glimpse into how you discipline, educate, disciple, and lead our kidz …. wink….
I am, symbolically, standing on his shoulders learning what it means to be have struggles and to fight them. I am learning from his sucesses and his mishaps…but that’s what parents are for I suppose…wow…that was fun to speak of my Dad in the ‘present tense’…that is hard to do.
But what would I do to see him play with his 7 grandkids? Oh my…you name it. He never got to hold or kiss any of them…but they ALL know who “Grandpa Bruce” is. I am proud of that.
PSS: On a lighter note…I think the words at the beginning of this post are ‘highlighted’ because they are some of my thoughts from Facebook today. My little brain is too gobbled to figure out how to un-highlight them w/o retyping (God forbid I retype something … smile)
So…please bear with my little brain tonight. It’s had a bit of a day…