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God took the strength of a mountain, the majesty
of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun, the calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature, the comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages, the power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring, the faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity, the depth of a family need.
Then God combined these qualities. When there was nothing
more to add, He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so,
He called it ... "DAD!"
This page is dedicated in loving memory
to my Dad
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"I Have a
Place in Heaven"
Please don't sing sad songs for me,
Forget your grief and fears,
For I am in a perfect place,
Away from pain and tears.
I'm far away from hunger
And hurt and want and pride,
I have a place in Heaven
With the Master at my side
My life on earth was very good,
As earthly lives can go,
But Paradise is so much more
Than anyone can know.
My heart is filled with happiness
And sweet rejoicing, too.
To walk with God is perfect peace,
A joy forever new. |
 
The Story of a Father and His
Daughter
A baby girl is born. Simultaneously, from amid the ranks of
ordinary men, there emerges a mightily courageous, gallant man
who is quaking in his shoes. As they grow together, the girl
comes to know that her father is no ordinary man.
He can hear the sound of the sun pushing the clouds out of her
world, and he helps her to hear it, too. He can taste the worst
cookies that she will make and then eat three or four more from
the same batch. He can touch the stars and pull them closer to
her. He can see the fire of youthful puppy love burning in her
heart. No, this father is no ordinary man.
He has a body to shield his daughter from strangers, big dogs,
and noisy things; a broad expanse of chest to nestle against;
and an arm to pillow her head while watching television. He has
two strong arms to hold her up to touch the sky, to see inside a
bird's nest, or to fly like an airplane.
Fearlessly, this father and daughter adventure into the realms
of surprise.
Together they open doors and share peeks at monsters; with him,
she is never afraid. He is there for her first bike ride. He has
flowers picked to tickle her nose, shaving cream dabbed on her
face, and a goodnight kiss in the dark when he comes home late
and thinks she is asleep.
In her teenage years, he teaches her to respect herself and
others. He is always proud of her for trying new things; she
doesn't always have to win. He is a wealth of truth in the midst
of peer group untruths, an impatiently driving instructor, and a
light in the window at twelve o'clock on a Friday night.
He is the firm cornerstone of the family who gives her values to
believe in, a heritage she feels worthy of, and an urgency for
living her life completely.
Now, in her adulthood, he could slow down a bit, but he won't.
He still utilizes his many resources to teach his daughter well,
and somehow his mere presence continues to trigger the potential
in her. So what does a daughter say to this man of subtle
sensitivities and infinite wisdom?
She says this... "I love you, Dad" ~ Author Unknown |
When I
was: 4 years old: My daddy can do anything.
When I was: 5 years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
When I was: 6 years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
When I was: 8 years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything.
When I was: 10 years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up,
things were sure different.
When I was: 12 years old: Oh, well, naturally,
Dad doesn't know anything about that.
He is too old to remember his childhood.
When I was: 14 years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad.
He is so old-fashioned.
When I was: 21 years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.
When I was: 25 years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should,
because he has been around so long.
When I was: 30 years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks.
After all, he's had a lot of experience.
When I was: 35 years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk
to Dad.
When I was: 40 years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it.
He was so wise.
When I was: 50 years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now
so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate
how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.
~ Ann Landers ~ |
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My Dad
(a true story) |
Once when I was a kid, I tried to change my light
switch.
You see every time I came home late at night it made this
loud click when I was trying to be quiet. I was so sure
that was the reason my Dad always knew what time I came in.
I thought I was so slick! I went out and bought one of those
silent switches. Ah ha! I thought, now I'll be able to come
in and I won't wake up my Dad!
Well you know I had to have that light switch installed right
away... Heck I was going out that night.
I got out the trusty old screw driver, took off the switch
plate and lo and behold --wires! Duh! What do I do now?
Dad's in the living room watching TV, so I wait for the
commercial then I ask, Hey Dad how do you change a light
switch?
Figuring he'd just tell me then I could be on my merry way...
Wrong!! He wants to know why? So I give a song and dance but
he tells me to wait until the weekend... Now what?
What the heck it can't be that hard, so back in I go...
After I get up off the floor from being knocked across the
room I again go out and this time half confess that I tried
to do it myself. So Dad put in my new light switch that
night. I of course came in late again, this time thinking
Whew... at least Dad won't know what time I came in.
IT WASN'T THE LIGHT SWITCH!! All that for nothing!!
The moral of this story is:
Dad's don't really sleep until they know every one is home
safe and sound!
Don't fool with electric unless you know what you're doing.
And last but certainly not least...
It's a waste of time to try and pull the wool over your Dads
eyes.
He's been there and done that and knows all the tricks.
Fathers just have a way of putting everything together :o)
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 Honey
don't 'cha wish the colors in here
were Ford blue?
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Chuck just loves his Ford blue sheets :o)
and he loves staying at
The Holiday
Hotel!
The chef cook and bottle washer
cook's up a mean western omelet!
To My Loving Husband
Who looks across a crowded room and knows with just a glance.
The things my heart is feeling in every circumstance?
Who holds me when I'm feeling blue and listens to my woes,
then hugs my heart with gentle words until that feeling goes?
Who knows me by the things I say, and more by what I hide,
But loves me with the promise that he'll stay right by my
side?
Who comforts and protects me, no matter what life brings--
It's You, the man who fills my life with a million happy
things.
Remember how much fun we had playing with the
sprinkler?
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
everything;
they just make the most of everything that comes along their
way.
Donna's Dad's Day
Adoptions
An Awesome Father's Day Trivia
Game
National Center for Fathering
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and Peanut
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