Happy Father’s Day to all you dad’s out there! I’m sitting here thinking of all the different ways I could talk about my dad and my wonderful husband in this post. Deuteronomy 6:6-9 is what comes to my mind when I think of both of them.
These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.
My dad was a guy that I could tell you a million funny stories about as easily as I could tell you the touching ones, and I think that’s what made him so great. He had a little bit of something for everyone.
We worked hard as a family, and we played hard too! We had awesome vacations and fun times on the farm. He loved his family, his friends, his neighbors, and his community. My dad lived being of service to others.
I want to share what Sara wrote the day of dad’s funeral as I think it describes dad perfectly!
“My dad died.
This hero of a man.
Not a giant… Giants are unreachable. Not perfect… Perfect is unattainable. A hero. A faithful man. A kind soul. A man with eyes that sparkle with mischief and compassion and empathy and inside jokes.
This loving man died.
He called me baby doll.
Not hearing those words from him again sounds like a sheath being torn in two… Leaving a gaping space where words belong.
His words. His sayings.
“I’ll get your neckers.”
“Oh, I’m about two in a hill.”
“It’s a long way from your heart.”
“How’s my baby doll doing today?”
That laugh. That laugh at his own jokes that were only funny to him, but funny to us because they came from him.
Those nicknames. The terms of endearment. Anyone can call you by your given name. He believed you were special enough to be given an original.
I was his Gitzen Girl.
My dad’s funeral is today.
MY DAD LIVED.”
…And I was his Jo Babe. How I miss this sweet, strong hero of a man!
My husband is very similar. Although they have very different personalities, they both lived to serve.
When I think of Jeff, I think of Jesus’ stepfather, Joseph. Joseph was a spiritual, just, knowledgeable, obedient, and visionary man who wholly trusted in God. That is how I would describe my husband Jeff. He is the spiritual leader of our home. He is a just man who loves our children unconditionally. He is knowledgeable and obedient to the scripture, God’s word. Jeff wholly trusts in God and has taught me and our children to do the same.
I am grateful and blessed to have these wonderful men in my life! Wishing my dad a happy heavenly father’s day. Wishing my husband, the love of my life, a very happy and blessed father’s day. I love you!