A true father is always there. He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it.
He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life.
He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive.
He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a working woman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all).
He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad.
But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back.
He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life.
He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a working woman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all).
He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad.
(by Katie Schmarr via Life to Her Years)
I just came across your blog through a friend's link and have wept with you as I've read of your heart-breaking last few months.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to stop by and say: thank you for your hope in God. Thank you for not letting your circumstances dictate what you believe about His character...but for letting His character dictate what you believe about your circumstances.
I have been refreshed, encouraged, challenged, and provoked as I've read your story. Thank you for choosing to embrace His great love.
Praying for you and your sweet Livi.
Oh, there is nothing so precious as a baby girl with her daddy. Sweet little thing.
ReplyDeleteFollowing along and wishing you and your family peace. And Olivia, grow grow grow little girl!
So Sweet! I've been following your blog and praying for your baby girl. I follow another blog you might be interested in. It's about another Olivia.
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These pictures are so amazing! The joy you can see in Reid's eyes is absolutely priceless and the comfort little Olivia feels in those moments is so obvious. So wonderful!
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