He has been with our kids every step of the way. He set high standards for himself as a father, I think because he grew up without one. He wanted to make sure that our kids knew how to handle a hammer, mow a lawn, change a tire, paint a room, build a campfire, set up a tent and so many other things. He was stern, pretty scary when he was angry, but a big softy underneath that tough exterior. I have seen him cry his eyes out over issues that we have had with the kids over the years, but he has remained faithful that everything will work out according to God's plan. I know for a fact that he does not go to sleep each night until he has prayed for each one of his children. It is also a fact that if the kids need help with something they always go to Jim. He is a man of action and gets what they need done. They know that they can count on him.
So, I may have not been old enough or wise enough to make a life choice at 21, but thank God (literally) someone else was watching out for me (us). Happy Fathers Day Jim.
Just the right mix of strong, manly man and soft hearted teddy bear.
Whether on his toes, or in his arms...a girls first dances should always be with her Daddy.




















Thanks honey, this is incredibly sweet and touched me more than words or my tears could ever show!! I love you........
ReplyDeletewhat a SWEET post! I just found your blog today, but I had tears in my eyes! And the pics of your children growing up... oh my goodness, beautiful family.
ReplyDeleteso nice to 'meet' you today!
Melanie
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