Some people think their dad is the best. They are foolishly mistaken. My dad is the best dad who ever walked this earth. You know those bumper stickers that boast of honor students, their parents proud beyond belief? I am a grateful daughter and wish the world to know this fact, despite the lack of a similar bumper sticker.
My dad was a father first, and a Father second; he is an Episcopal priest. Juggling a family and seminary in Virginia was no cake walk, I’m sure, but my mom and dad thrived. Dad had a good head on his shoulders, and often, a two-year-old. I used to ride to daycare via that mode of transportation. He picked me up at lunch time and we ate in the seminary cafeteria. I remember that he allowed me to drink orange soda, but to keep it a secret from Mom. She kept me from sugar, and now I thank her.
My father is one of the kindest people in my life, and humble beyond belief.
A few examples include:
When we lived in Savannah, there was a homeless community living under a bridge. Dad discovered these individuals, and regularly brought them necessities. A few times, we all grilled ribs and cooked out together.
One unbearably hot summer day, Dad and I were in the Jeep with a large package of bottled water. Without hesitation, at a stop light, Dad passed the water out to some construction workers in the heat.
My father has an enormous heart. Once, I witnessed a memorable phone conversation. Dad had a single question to ask, so he called a certain company to solve his problem. The associate kept him on the phone for more than a few minutes, without addressing the issue. So many of us would have hung up, but Dad was patient and valued that man’s time as much as his own.
My dad is an excellent listener. He is a great source of comfort for many people, and has a peaceful presence. Our family has a special bond I have not seen elsewhere. My three sisters and I grew up in a house with two parents. We solved problems with words, not violence or passive aggressive behavior. My dad taught me how to love, how to draw, how to ride a bike…how to be myself without holding back. Today, and every day, I thank God for giving me an exceptional father and a lifelong friend.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
–Samantha
This warms my heart so. Thank you for writing it, Samantha. Send my love to Sam and Margaret. Jane Karker
Thank you, Samantha. You are a wonderful daughter as well! I love you!
So beautifully said!