Monday, October 02, 2006
Not for Mousaka
Let me tell you a little bit about my dad. He's the coolest...ok... maybe not the coolest be he is the greatest dad in the world. Everything I learned about life that is important I learned from him, if not him, my mom. Really. How many people can say that about their parents. It is a rare blessing and one that I count every day.
I was basically raised to believe that I was most assuredly precious in his eyes. Not spoiled or princess-like, but precious and to be treasured. I never had to doubt that he loved me. He was one of those dads that took the time to tell me daily. He built me up with his words and affection and his time. **No wonder I am always bugging Dan to spend more time adoring me** LOL.
Just when you think Dad (who NEVER drinks) is just a little too uptight he surprises you by grabbing your margarita and taking a slurp. Probably just for the sheer enjoyment of watching your shocked face and the giggles that follow.
He LOVED getting me up in the morning. He would throw off the covers and drag me by my feet off the bed all the while singing "Good morning Good morning Good morning. It's time to rise in shine!!" in his perkiest voice.
Stuff Dad Taught Me
1. Respect your mother
2. Leftover cake makes a fantastic breakfast
3. Pay tithes for God's blessings in your life
4. Never drive your car with less than a 1/4 tank of gas
5. Pump your brakes in the rain
6. Chocolate chip cookie dough is better than the cookies
7. Look to my husband first for advice, and respect him for it
8. Speak softly and negotiate calmly first. (I have a hard time with that one)
9. Let it go (or in his words "Don't be a dog with a bone."
Most importantly, he taught me to really truly and deeply love the Lord. Sometimes I wonder how I am going to do that with my kids. Not to raise them "religiously" but to have a relationship with Jesus that lasts a lifetime. I do know this, that everything Dad learned about being a dad, he learned from the Lord. So I guess that is where I'll draw from. With a few frantic, "I think I am ruining my kids" phone calls to dad in between.