Father's Day

[cagrote]

  Happy Father's day to all you Dads and Dads to be.  I have had no greater joy than being a dad to my 5 kids.  I am grateful to my Dad for all his wisdom and training.  I didn't appreciate it then, but I do now, the discipline and love he showed.  May he forever be honored. 

[Farside]

  Happy Fathers Day to you. Wow, 5 kids must really make a Great Day for you.

[msb]

My daughters are, and will always be my greatest accomplishments in my life. There can be no greater calling than being a Dad as far as I'm concerned. We're lucky to be able to spend this day with one of our daughters who's only 3.5 hours away

[csj]

Bringing mom & dad out to our place for dad's day. Lasagna, black forest cake, and lemon meringue pie. I'm designated driver so they can enjoy a beverage.

[Chrisj CMA]

Happy Father’s Day indeed. I didn’t get any grief when  I said I wanted to take a ride after church (which I rode to church too)  So I got a nice couple of rides in and now just vegging out with a nice IPA.

[Gideon]

Yesterday, with it being Father’s Day my thoughts naturally begin to wax nostalgic. I couldn’t help thinking about my three Fathers. First, I am thankful for my Heavenly Father. I praise Him for his faithfulness and for sending Jesus to die on the cross to save me. Next, I thought of my biological father, who died when I was an infant. Then my mind began brimming over with memories of my “Dad”. My Mother and Stepfather married when I was fifteen. I was honored to be the best man at their wedding. Dad was a foot shorter than I and at least 150 pounds lighter, yet I always looked up to him. He was a great influence through my teenage years. I hope I have “inherited” some of his traits.

I built my first motorcycle back in the early seventies. Actually, a friend had given me a title and the parts for a 1965 Yamaha piled in three beer cases. That winter, I diligently put the bike together in the living room of our little row house in Philadelphia. Believe it or not, assembling it in the living room was wife Kathy’s idea. I was so proud of the finished product, I invited my Dad over to see it. (By this time, the Yamaha was in the garage.) You can imagine my surprise when Dad said that he wanted to buy it. The man had never ridden a motorcycle in his life! He told me that he really didn’t have any desire to be out on the open road with the wind in his face, he just wanted the bike out of my garage so I wouldn’t hurt myself. Well. I kept the Yamaha and eventually Dad softened to the idea of my having motorcycles. In fact, it was Dad who drove me to the shop whenever I got a new bike. Dad is home with the Lord now and these memories are indeed precious.