A Happy Father's Day to my Father

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I do not have the handiest dad or the craftiest, and growing up there were times that seemed to pass with not a lot of memories of my dad in them. But I do have a father who loves me and Josiah, Rachel, Heather, Jesse, and now Jake, unconditionally. Who still till this day is working non stop to provide for his children. At 50 years old he sometimes doesn't come home till after 6 o clock, working 12 or 13 hours shifts. Who through out the years has not complained that he can't have his steak and potatoes every night, but looks forward to my mother's home cooked soups and casseroles. He is a God fearing man who has raised my brothers and sisters and I to be thankful and appreciative for what we have. To love the Lord and in everything we do give thanks.
Growing up I didn't understand my father's tough love; but now I do. I cry when I think of the things he so badly was trying (and finally has) instilled in me. I am and will always be a Daddy's girl.
He is the one who when my husband leaves for tours is arms I want to run and cry to. He is the one who when I got the Spina Bifida news, wanted to cry to and say 'fix it.' His stern but gentle voice is what I miss hearing when we are gone...I love you dad.
Father's Day we went to my Uncle's house for a family get together...think Isabelle had fun?
Oh and she was telling the dad's 'Happy Birthday' she didn't understand or want to say Happy Father's Day! Ha