“It’s the one job that I dream of. It’s the task I think of most. For if I fail my little fellows, I’d have nothing else to boast. For the wealth and fame I’d gather, all my future would be sad; if I fail to be successful as my little fellows’ Dad.” -song lyrics
“A MAN IS LOVED
not for how tall he stands,
but for how often he bends
to help, comfort, and teach.”
Happy Father’s Day
Do you have a favorite memory of your
father, grandfather or husband?
If so,please share!
(my favorite picture of me, Dad, and sister)
(my mom and dad)
Good to be Home 
Awwwwwwwww to sweet. Happy Fathers day, Rich.
My father is a quiet, reserved man, a godly man. Today I went over to visit and we shared happy memories of building a kite together, the playhouse he made us, making music together – him on the piano and me on the flute, and many, many more, but one of my favourites is that he always asked some form of “security” when we wanted to borrow his scissors – we had to leave a treasured possession with him, to ensure that we would come to claim it and he would get his scissors back! ~Colleen~
*One memory is sitting around the kitchen table each night as my dad read to us 3 girls from the Children’s Picture Bible.*Another is sailing out on the ocean, dad was the captian, and we were his crew. We trusted completely in his navigating skills…no matter how foggy the weather might become he would bring us safely back to the harbor.*My dad loved watching football on tv, (he went to college on a football scholarship) He get so happy and shout out when his team made a good play…I’d often sit with him so he’d have someone to enjoy the game with. I used to wish I would have been a boy.* I remeber the delight my dad had introducing Spence as my fiance and soon to be his son.* It broke my hear when my dad left my mom after being married for 37 years. He had recovered from acholism, but not the wounds of his own alcholic fatherand poor comunication with my mom.He seems much happier now, but we miss him very much
Lots of poor spelling…”Broke my heart” and “alcoholism”The good news is that I KNOW my Father in heaven! And HE enables me to love and appreciate my earthly father just the way he is.
When I was growing up we didn’t have much money for extras–and my dad has never been one to just buy something. A special memory that stands out in my mind happened one day when we were out shopping somewhere. I found the book, Little House in the Big Woods. I asked my Dad if I could have it and was so happy when he said yes and bought it for me. It meant the world to me. (I sitll have it)
My dad cried when I started Kindergarten. He cried when we moved away. And, I always cry when I see my Dad cry. My mom tells me that when I was a baby, he used to pretend to cry in front of me and I always joined in. I’m Daddy’s girl for sure.
I called him this morning to wish him a happy day. I can’t wait to see him and mom next weekend.
Happy Father’s Day to your hubby!
Hugs
My dad always listens to hear what I want and buys it. Usually little things. When I was just about 3 or 4, we had to take my kiddie pool to the city dump. To distract me from being sad about the pool, he bought me a Mellow Yellow and a bad of Funyuns. Silly, but sweet, and I still remember it. I also still have a ruler he picked up for me (probably at a gas station) that has my name on it.
Happy day. I love this picture and the quote matches it well.
I remember the countless times that my dad and I would sing together, into hairbrushes, and pretend like we were in our own band! It was so much fun. To this day, I can still catch him doing that from time to time. I remember being 4 years old and watching my dad play softball. I’d sit outside the dugout with my little chair that he bought for me, and I’d cheer my daddy on. He is a loving and caring father. I am so very blessed that he took care of me since I was 4 and that from the first time he met me, he considered himself to be my dad…. (now I am in tears) It was never a question.
I have one memory of my Dad carrying me when I was little ~ he kept me safe from falling through the floor of a bridge that was being constructed. He made me feel safe.
What a beautiful picture at the top! I have memories of our family’s nightly devotional around the dining table. My dad would read from The Bible and then we’d each say our prayers before we went to bed. I’ll have to direct :)ou to a little verse I wrote about him as soon as I can find the page.)
my favorite memory of my dad is his singing and guitar playing. He was a hard working man. He loved to work. But I cannot remember a day when he did not make time to get out his guitar and play it and sing. He sang at our wedding and he played his guitar and sang at our wedding reception.
Those are such wonderful pictures. My favorite is the first photo, one of many I know you will treasure for years.
that first picture is incredibly precious!
hmmmm… amongst my most cherished memories with my dad were this past week. my mom was out of town during the first part of my visit with them last week and i got to spend three days with my dad. we had the BEST time together!!! i blogged a little about him tonight 🙂
Thanks for the compliment — yes, I was able to spend time with my dad on Father’s Day — my brother was in town from Florida and we all had dinner together, along with my mother and my husband. My dad is 89 years old, healthy except for poor eyesite, and I have lots of wonderful memories of my “growing up” years.
I remember when I was little and my Dad and I would try to race each other! He would even let me win sometimes! I remember how safe I felt when I was holding his hand. He used to take my sisters and I out separately on dates. He treated us like little ladies, holding the door and helping us be seated in the restaurant. I loved it that he would bring my momma flowers often. He would hide them behind his back, and then say, “Love brings a gift.” He taught me so much about plants and nature. I really miss him. He was a real soul winner, and I have no doubt when he got to Heaven there were many there who came to thank him for bringing them to Jesus.
Neat post.
Love your post and poem!
my favorite memory(s) of my Dad are the ones where he would spend time with me, just he and I alone. We would go to concerts or a musuem to look at art. I remember once we went to see a movie together. Just he and I. It happens to be one of the best movies of all time “Chariots of Fire” when it was first in the movie theatre. I felt honored to be there with my Dad.
Beautiful post! Dh is needing a new camera for for personal and business. Do you like your new one? I love the b/w shot you did…gorgeous.
Blessings, ~Amelia
My dad always took the time to make me feel special. I remember specifically that he would carve out time for planned “dates” with me. I remember a lot of them because they meant so much to me as a little girl… and even as a teenager when I was totally unappreciative of what he was trying to do by taking me out. I usually started out groaning about having to go out with my dad and how embarrassed I was, but by the end, I didn’t want to be with anyone else.
What beautiful pictures!! and how honoring to both your husband and your dad.
Did you skip to the end???? Shame on you!!!! 🙂 It is such a good read. I’m glad you’re reading it! I got your letter today! Thanks. It brightened my not-so-bright morning. God knew.
That top picture is soo precious! Hope the Dads in your life had a great Father’s Day. :)Blessings