An ode to my knight and shining armor:
Thank you for being my prince and teaching me to value myself, my compassionate heart, my sensitive conscious and quirky personality. Your gentleman demeanor, amplitude to open my door, hold my hand and take me on dates where we have talked about my dollies, coupons, chronic sickness, major life crossroads and college life transitions, have instilled a sense a self-worth that I know for a fact would be nonexistent without God’s grace and your love.
Thank you for being my valiant and dedicated supporter. In the word's of Brad Paisley, you have consistently seen "the diamond underneath" and selflessly worked to polish through my rough. Thank you for overlooking my lazy teenage ways and sacrificing your "billable hours" to revealing your baby girl's sensitive heart under her rough edges and sassy attitude. I do not want to imagine where I would be right now if you had laughed or abandoned me when my teenage insecurities invaded my every thought. To my number one supporter: thank you for graciously, and unfortunately frequently, guiding me to see the bigger picture of what is going on in my heart, and lovingly, patiently, and at times, firmly, leading me away from myself and closer to God.
Thank you for your ability to put on a never ending array of hats in order to never stop encouraging me to pursue my scariest, and often forgotten dreams. And what type of hats am I talking about you may be contemplating? Well, think frugal CVS coupon supporter and driver, professional Youtube event chauffeur and Cosumnes River College night class carpool dad, just to name a few.
Daddy, your pursuit to productively use your talents for God's glory, whether through diligently working until the late night hours, serving in the nursery room, or spending every free second of your weekend for months on end packing up our house, continually inspire me to use my talents for God's glory. Thank you for using your ridiculously driven, and often OCD-like personality that I inherited, (HEHE, sorry paps) to help me reach my goals. Without your loving aid that forced me to memorize my multiplication table during our road trip to Denver when I wanted nothing more than to forget my loving mama's lesson plan, or your encouragement to attend tutoring and graduate early, despite my feelings of inadequacy as a result of stolen academic years from my sickness, I highly doubt that I would be standing here today, prepared to attend one of my dream schools next fall.
And finally, your unique, consistent and romantic dedication to Mommy has forever imprinted what a God fearing husband looks like. Being the youngest has given me a unique opportunity to observe a different side of mama and your love. As the stress of raising five children has begun to settle, thank you for giving me a front row seat to observe your beautiful relationship, that despite 25 + years of blood, sweat, tears and maturing, has resulted in part back to a teenage love story. And a teenage love story filled with silly jokes, crazy dates and snapchat stories for that matter.
Happy Father’s day pappy. I cannot wait to give you a big bear hug next time I see you.