Words To Live By:

"The work will wait while you show the child the rainbow, but the rainbow won't wait while you finish the work."

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Daddy & Me

It's Father's Day tomorrow.  It's also our 6th anniversary.  On June 20th, 2010, I not only will I miss and remember my incredible Opa (maternal grandfather),  marvel at my industrious Pake (paternal grandfather), celebrate my incomprable father, but I get to celebrate 6 years of mostly blissful marriage to the love of my life.   10 years that we've known each other, 6 as husband and wife, 4 as the most amazing father I've been privileged to know (and that's alot of amazing dad's when you realise the size of my extended family!)


For now, I'm going to post laud to my dear old dad and save the anniversary accolades for tomorrow.   I have tender memories (and some not so tender as most of us do!) of Daddy & Me.   I can remember 'working' in the greenhouses with him, fishing, camping, snowmobiling (and then having to pee in a snowbank - no small feat for a girl in bib-front snowpants), cuddling when I couldn't sleep and he watched the evening news.  He surprised me with a Father-Daugher dance at our wedding, held my hand in the wee hours when I laboured with Kaleb, and glowed with pride when Justin was born.


We haven't always seen eye-to-eye, and have often butt heads with each other (that makes me giggle because when the boys give each other head-butts, they always yell "butt head" at each other... not in a bad way but because the reverse the words... but I digress.)   Some would say Daddy and Me are too much alike - and that's often not a positive reference.  I would say I agree... but if I am lucky, I'm also akin to him in ways that matter - faith, unconditional love, the need to stand for what's right, and a stubborn tenacity!



I read this quote today and I loved it: 
"Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown" 

On that note, I'm not a big country music fan at all - but Dad has made two songs important to me.  Once upon a time (okay, probably more than once!), I heard Holly Dunn's "Daddy's Hands" - and it always makes me think of my Dad (and grandfathers actually.)   Number two is the song Dad surprised me with for the Father/Daughter dance at our wedding, "Tough Little Boys" by Gary Allan (look it up on YouTube if you get a chance).




Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn
I remember Daddy's hands
Folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me
When I had a nightmare

You could read quite a story
In the callouses and lines
Years of work and worry
Had left their mark behind

I remember Daddy's hands
How they held my Mama tight
And patted my back
For something done right

There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about the man
But I'll always remember
The love in Daddy's hands

Daddy's hands
Were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands
Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands
Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand
There was always love in Daddy's hands

I remember Daddy's hands
Working til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly
Just to keep us all fed

If I could do things over
I'd live my life again
And never take for granted
The love in Daddy's hands

Daddy's hands
Were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands
Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands
Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand
There was always love in Daddy's hands

Daddy's hands
Were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands
Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands
Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand
There was always love ............ in Daddy's hands


 



2 comments:

irene said...

Beautiful post Lindsey, brought tears to our eyes yet again!

Aunt Brenda said...

Well Lindsey...nothing like getting all teary eyed first thing in the morning!!! :-) That was absolutely beautiful....luv ya

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