Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day Weekend

After tucking the kids into bed and then tucking them in again, I warmed up a cup of Peppermint tea and thumbed through an old photo album, filled with pictures from when I was a little girl. This picture below is of my Dad and I. This dress was one of my favorites- so much so that my Mom saved it for me and now it's hanging in my girl's room, waiting until Eliza is big enough to fit into it.

We had my Dad over this weekend and barbecued hamburgers, which happen to be one of his favorites. My relationship with him isn't one of those relationships that a Hallmark card easily sums up. Our relationship was good when I was little, pretty absent when I was a teenager (my parents divorced when I was 12) and then over the last few years, our relationship has grown again.

There are so many Father's Day posts where the writer is all like "You're the best Dad ever. You've always been there, you're the perfect example." My post isn't really like that. My post is maybe more about redemption. A happy post, sharing that even broken bridges can get fixed.

I've learned that as soon as I let go of the way I think things should be, I'm content. I don't have that perfect relationship that most of the Father's Day cards speak of, but I do have a relationship with my Dad that is filled with grace and understanding. I feel like I kind of get him now. He's quirky and darn it, I'm quirky too.
My card to him was a homemade one, with my own words. Words that gave an "IOU an Ice Cream Date". I enjoy being around him and so do my kids. It's good and I'm thankful.

This weekend, he looked me in the eyes and told me to remember all of the good stuff and to forget all of the times he messed up. If only my teenager self could have seen the renewed relationship, grace and understanding that would later come.........

***There's always hope! For you, for me.

After we ate our burgers, we headed out into the backyard and had homemade ice cream sandwiches. As you can see, they were a hit with Paisley.
Before her ice cream sandwich, this chair was white. Seriously.
Today we celebrated my husband. He's definitely a fun Dad because he decided that he wanted to take the kids to Chucke Cheese on his special day. I go there out of obligation and he goes there because he wants to have fun with them. It's obvious who the fun parent is, isn't it? Ha!
Wrapping this up, I've got to share a couple pictures of our baby birds. We're going to be sad to see these little guys go!



Last night I had a dream that our screen door was left open and when they flew away from the nest, they flew into our house and pooped ALL over. Like, the floors and walls were covered with gigantic super-sized bird poop. Glad that was just a dream!
Angela

3 comments:

  1. I love the pic of you and your dad. And how wonderful that your relationship is being restored. I know how you feel. :) God is good!

    Chuck E Cheese IS fun! Although the last (and only) time we went, Lorelei let out a BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM when Mr. Cheese himself tried to say. Oh well. Next time maybe.

    ReplyDelete
  2. this is beautiful
    thank you !

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thank you for sharing. I feel like I know you just a little bit better. Getting to hear any part of someone's story is a very sweet gift. Hearing a tender part of someone's story and/or heart is precious and sacred. Redemption. That's a God-size thing that amazes me EVERY time.

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for your comments. I read every single one of them and they always make me smile.

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...