Daddy

I didn't get my Daddy until I was about fourteen when he came to be the pastor of our church. So with that being said I missed out on all the rough housing and what-not that Jeff and the other boys got when they were little. However, yesterday Daddy came by to visit and while he was here he read books to the kids (by the way don't ever offer to read to the kids unless you have a few hours to spare) and Kati picked out one of my favorites from when I was younger. So even though I am now a grown women and far to old to be climbing into someones lap for story time God gave me a little piece of something through my children that I missed out on; a moment in time listening to one of my favorite stories read with all the enthusiasms that only my Daddy can read with. I love you Daddy, I truly couldn't have asked for a better Daddy or grandfather for my children.