When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

For my dear dad

My dad has never been a man of many words.  He might tell you it's because my mom and I talk so much when we're together that he rarely gets a chance to get a word in, but I think it's because he's wise, and knows that heartfelt actions speak volumes more than words ever could.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.  You are such a warm, kind, helpful, and devoted father who has always known all the best ways to make me feel secure and loved.  For all the times you've carried me on your shoulders, held my hand, and showed me by example how to stand proudly on my own two feet, I love you.  I hope you know just how much those three simple words mean.  xoxo

Thanks to my mom for all of the old photos.  What wonderful memories!  :)

1 comment:

  1. LOVED these photos! What a great walk through the years and tribute to him.

    Good dads. . . you just can't beat 'em. . .