Although my father will probably never read this, I want to give him honor. I've been blessed with the most compassionate, most caring father. As a pastor of a small church, he was busy raising four small children, pastoring a church and working full-time as a barber in our home town of Pocatello, Idaho. Yet, on one of the busiest days of his week, he took the time to take us kids to the park on Sunday afternoon between church services. Now I look back and realize the sacrifice he made just so we could lay on a crisp hand sewn quilt and watch the clouds slowly drift by. It was as if we had all the time in the world. Memories like this one caress the lining of my soul and warm my heart today.
Thank you, Daddy, for being a great example to your children. I will always love and respect you for the sacrifices you made to make my childhood full of rich, precious memories.
Your loving daughter,