For Father’s Day ~
Thank you, Chief, for always being open to life. Every time we saw those two pink lines, you rejoiced. Whenever we lost a little one, you were ready to open your heart again for another blessing and risk another hurt.
Thank you, Chief, that you’ve never complained about the mouths you must feed and the burden you must feel for being responsible for so many.
Thank you, Chief, for working so hard to make sure that I could focus my full time and attention on raising our children and for never, ever making me feel for one second that it is “your” money because I don’t get a paycheck.
Thank you, Chief, for all of your corny dad jokes that always make us laugh – though not always because the joke is funny! Sometimes we laugh because of your enthusiasm in telling the same, stale, old joke time and time again!
Thank you, Chief, for your faithful example of seeking the Lord and growing in faith. No matter what challenges come, you show us that the best and only answer is to turn to Jesus and trust Him for everything. You’ve shown us that if we fail in that trust that it is never too late to turn to Him again and again.
Thank you, Chief, for all of the trips with the children to the lake, to Chuck E Cheese’s (or Pistol Pete’s), to water parks, amusement parks, concerts, youth group, theater and all of the rest. Most of those times, you’d have probably preferred staying home and relaxing (for your own sake) but chose these activities instead to give your time and your love to your children – and in the end had so much fun yourself.
Thank you for all of the fixed flats, replaced hard drives, repaired iPods, games of hide and seek, tea parties, Barbie play, “CREEPER” and much more.
Thank you for putting up with messy rooms, an often harried wife, and kids (and a wife) who don’t always remember to show their gratitude for all you do.
Thank you for all of the times you’ve taken over the care of the kids and the home so that I could get refocused and renewed, when you’ve seen that I need just a little bit of time to unwind and regroup.
Thank you, Chief, for everything you are as father to our children and everything you do to enable me to be the best mother I can be.
This is woefully incomplete and does not do justice to you as a man, a husband and a father, but I could never truthfully capture everything you are in words. Instead, I make this feeble attempt and entrust you to our God and Father of all.
St. Joseph, husband and father,
pray for Chief and all fathers everywhere.
I love you, Chief!