I Love My Daddy (by Grace)

by Grace
Yesterday, we celebrated Fathers’ Day.  The calendar said that Fathers’ Day was supposed to be the previous Sunday, but Daddy was bogged down by his law school studies that weekend, and it really didn’t seem that it was the best idea to pick a day to honor him with gifts and games when what he needed was quiet and encouragement while he studied for his tests.

So, yesterday it was.  What he requested was that we play games with him, so that’s what the whole family did.  Jeopardy, Family Feud, Wheel of Fortune, Star Trek Scene It — you know, the kind of games where he can show us all how much smarter he is than the rest of us.

And I can’t really argue, because — he is extremely smart!  I can ask him about anything from taxes to the Civil War to music theory and he always knows something about it.  Not only is he smart, but he is wise, with the godly wisdom that I can look up to and feel safe following.

Every evening he takes time to read the Bible to us.  Other times he goes through Rushdoony with me so we can learn together the true meaning of the third commandment, and he always has an answer when we ask him why our family does this or that different than some other families.

He’s kind and sympathetic — I can always groan to him about my little problems and pains, and he understands and commiserates.  And he’s absolutely hilarious (shhh! don’t tell him I said that…).  He loves to tease me about my little obsessions and we joke back and forth at the dinner table, where he’s sure to have me giggling in a matter of minutes.

Through the years he’s taught me so very much, about everything from theology, to finances, to sci-fi TV shows, and he continues to educate me in new ways all the time.

In this day and age, a lot of people don’t seem to think it’s normal for a twenty-one-year-old girl to still admire and want to be around her daddy.  Girls are supposed to be more interested in boyfriends, shopping and college — dads are supposed to be embarrassing.  This seems so sad to me!  I love my Daddy, and I don’t mind saying so.

I know that he’s not perfect — no father is — and since I’m not perfect either, I have my struggles when it comes to trusting and following him sometimes.  But ask me who the greatest guy I’ve ever met is, and I’ll give you the same answer I would have given when I was three.

My Daddy.