Dad's home!
A boy needs a dad.
Girls do too.
So do poodles.
Dad's need to come home ...
and be there ...
to love their wife and kids.
Don't ever go away ...
stay home.
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So do poodles.
So many thoughts and feelings about this. *sigh*
ReplyDelete....yes, me too. Overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteThis pierced my heart. I remember waiting for my dad, so excited - sometimes he never came home. Sometimes he was mean and wasn't happy to be home. Both parents did that.
ReplyDeleteWhen my father would come home from work, he would honk while driving into the driveway. we would hitch a ride in the truck while he pulled in or jump into the back. When we used to babysit my now adult nieces and nephews my dad had the same routine and they got to do the same thing and loved it.
DeleteAfter he had parked his truck, he would come in, larger than life sometimes and kiss my mother while she was busy fussing over making his dinner.
Happy memories, thanks be to God.
That's beautiful - what a blessing!
DeleteIt was not always rosy especially when my dad would come home smelling like "cerveza" cause he went and had a few with his co-workers but yes, for the most part it was a blessing to watch the two lovebirds in the kitchen after a long day working.
DeleteI miss my dad lots and still cry and talk to him and ask him to pray for us. I tell him my mom endures but I know she is sad and misses him very much.
She told me this morning she had a dream about him last night that he came home from work and was mad because she was not home to greet him. I smiled at the thought. She then went on to tell me, "I always wanted to be home when your father came home from work because I wanted to make sure his dinner was made."
He was used to her greeting him and planting a big smooch on him too. ^^)
Have a wonderful Sunday, Terry! Did you hear that Papa Francis wants to visit the folks hit hard by the earthquakes? I hope he gets to go but not until it is safe to do so.
I recently began to realize that having a stable enough home was such a bedrock. My dad died last year and I regularly think about who he was and who he was in my life. As I hear from those from broken homes, I am truly grateful I did have a father who came home and loved his children. What a gift consistent presence is!!
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