Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from Him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
Blessed beyond measure, my cup overflows.
And I give thanks~
and their daddy
his commitment, his attention, his sacrifice
and his will-do-anything-for-us kind of love
this precious father/daughter relationship
and sons who long to be just like him
a day with his daddy (and his mama, too :)... plus ice cream sundaes, apple pie, and swimming pools... together
his dad's unwavering support, encouragment, and love
a father/son outing, a Nationals baseball game, and nothing but "junkfood" for an entire evening :)
shade at the ballpark!
shopping with my girl... just the two of us
a Chick-fil-a milkshake... to share
and time in the garden before bed
silliness and laughter
the same old jokes that never. get. old.
this family... this treasure... God's grace upon grace every single day
MY daddy... his time, his example, his always & forever love... his wisdom, his presence, his heart...
my very favorite "Pops" in the whole wide world
and the One who makes it all possible... who blesses and blesses and forgives and forgives.
Who comforts and strengthens and enables and protects.
Who heals and rescues and empowers and redeems.
Who loves-- perfectly, unconditionally, and without limit.
"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God!
And that is what we are!"
1 John 3:1
and the list goes on...