Thursday, December 18, 2014

Retirement :: Age 62 :: I have the very Best Daddy in the world.

He is the best man I know.
He loves me unconditionally.
He thinks I am exceptional.

My entire life, I thought all men worked 7 days a week.
I thought having more than 2 jobs was the norm for a Daddy.
I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world because I had a Dad like him.

He played baseball with us.
He took us for rides in the back of the pickup.
He went to all of our school conferences and came home and told us that we were very smart.

He took us to his parents farm in Swengel, Pennsylvania. 
He taught us to love the land.
He loved his Mom and Dad and helped them in every way that he could. 

He drove us to visit our Grandma near Pittsburgh.
He took us to church every Sunday night.
He splashed on Old Spice.

He has never needed new clothes or shoes.
He is frugal from head to toe.
He always smiles and makes people laugh.

He is genuinely kind.
He talks to the check out girl at the grocery store.
He showed me that every person matters.

Every person is important. 
Every person is loved by Jesus.
Every person gets a smile. 

He can spot a good deal from a mile away.
Name brand? No need.
Thrifty is the name of his game. 

He always made Christmas a big deal.
Every year he made sure we got something special.
He never felt like he gave us enough.

He gave us more than we ever needed.

What he gave me didn't come in a box with wrapping paper and ribbons.
There was no return receipt.
What he gave me was the best gift any parent can give their children.

My Daddy told us we were great kids.
Sometimes we were bad, but he still thought we were great.
Sometimes we were mean and ungrateful and rotten but we never doubted for one minute that we were loved. 

He built a dog house.
He built a chicken coop.
He built up my sister, my brother and myself. 

He was patient.
He was funny.
He was good.

He took us for pizza on Friday nights.
He took us to get haircuts at Five Star Haircuts in Quakertown.
He loved our mommy and he showed us every day. 

He told us we could do anything in the world.
He told us all to go to college.
He believed in us.

He called me every week.
He listened to my stories.
He sent me money.

He helped me when I ran out of money 
(and energy and hope.) 
He helped me when I wanted to help but didn't have anything with which to help.
He helped me shine my light. 

He loved the kids I worked with in the city.
There was never anyone I loved that he did not. 
When Kaish came, he welcomed him with open arms.

His first grandchild.
He loved him so.
He played with him and read him books.

He helped me buy him food and clothes. 
He said he would always help us.
And he has.

He is my greatest supporter.
He is my hero.
He is my Daddy.

Today he will retire and start a new journey.
Dear Daddy, I pray it will be an adventure like no other.

You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are the best man in the world.

I love you.