I’ve been home for the past few days, but on Wednesday, I woke up in Holland.
And I met my dad for coffee downtown on 8th Street, at 8 AM, where snow abounded, but the sidewalks were clear. Whoever implemented the heated sidewalks, I applaud you for your insight. You’re the real MVP.
I picked up my latte and lifted it toward my face, warm steam rising to tickle my nose.
“Thanks so much for coming here, Dad.” I said. I grinned. “It’s so good to see you.”
There’s something warm about having a cool dad. I know that he’s always there for me, and he’s always going to be there for me. I love to catch up with him about the things happening in his life and share the changes happening in mine. He invests his time to listen, and expresses his successes humbly. Someday, I hope I can be just like him.
I’ve been blessed with parents that know me from the inside out. Their insight is one of the most valuable gifts I could ever acquire.
To all the parents out there, and especially to mine, thank you. Thank you for putting in the time to take care of your kids. Thank you for traveling seven hours both ways to pick me up, most of the time in a snowstorm. And most of all, thank you for your grace.
Wishing you blessings upon blessings this Christmas season.
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