Father’s Day

On Friday, my daughter moved out of the house and into her own apartment to go back to school. She will be studying psychology. I’m really very proud of her. Tom helped her move on Friday. Since I had to work, he rented a truck and drove one way to her place and I came up later. Her school is two hours away and I didn't get there until after six o’clock.

I helped her set up her kitchen, while Tom put together some furniture -a desk and two chests of drawers that came in a box that had a billion pieces in each of them. It was midnight when only two of the items were put together. She told us to go home since we had a two hour ride ahead and she would put her desk together. Tom looked at me and said, “Honey, there is no way she could do that. It’s too complicated.” So I see the dad gene going into overtime and I agreed to stay until it was done.

We rolled into our driveway at five o’clock in the morning. We watched the sun rise as we drove home. We were so tired. We realized how old we were while trying to get out of the car and everything hurt. I have to say my hubby was the hero to our daughter, but not just on that day. She so appreciated all the help she received from us getting her settled into her own home.

We slept until 12:30, then got ready for a church BBQ at one of the members home. They live out in the country and have ninety cherry trees. They were kind enough to host the event, while another family provided lamb for roasting. Everyone brought something to go with our meal. We had a great time relaxing, visiting and eating. We also got to pick cherries (Bing and Rainer) to take home. We had communion together later on and it was just the perfect way to end the day.

This morning, I’m grateful for the fathers in my life, my God, my husband, my dad (who went home 18 years ago), and my father-in-law. Tom is such a great dad, not only to our children but to the church. He is compassionate, loving and supportive. I thank God for choosing such a wonderful man to be my husband and father to our children. I’m proud to be his wife and I love the life we share together. Now it is just the two of us at home. Our children are grown and on their own. But our nest isn’t empty because of the love we have. We enjoy each other. Our children will always be a part of our lives, even though they don’t live at our home. Our love for them doesn’t change. We find that we pray even more for them. They are good young adults and we are proud of them. We love that they are pursuing their dreams.

I just want to say, Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. May God bless you and your family today and always.

© Nadine Z. 2007