Happy Father's Day

I grew up as number three of four daughters.  My dad was a very busy man.  He worked in an government agriculture agency and he had a small barley farm.  Those were just his day jobs.  He was always busy helping neighbors and family.  And I admit that when I was younger I really didn't understand him. 

My mom and dad with my oldest sister Lynn

I didn't understand for a long time that the reason he worked so hard was his girls.  I didn't understand that when it was my birthday and he asked my mom what the cake was for, before he left to get back on the tractor, he was going to do the best he could to provide for us.  Now that I am older I see my memories through new eyes.  My dad was proud of us and loved us in a way that he didn't know how to express with words.

Lately I have been trying my best to take a moment to tell my dad that I love him each time I see him.  It wasn't something that I use to do.  I am paying more attention to the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his eyes get misty when I tell him I love him, and the way his hair matches my newest niece. 

I want my dad to know that he is one of my heroes.  I hope that I can work as hard and take care of my family half as good as he did.  He is a fantastic grandpa.  I am incredibly thankful that he has accepted my stepkids without hesitation.  We still have our differences and drive each other crazy but there is no doubt that we love each other.  Happy Father's Day daddy.  I love you.

My dad laughing and talking with my gorgeous little niece Taylor