Infant-me, sitting on the wood floor, looks up at my dad, who is sitting on a brown sofa and smiling down to me Here in the United States, it is Father's Day weekend. I did not realize until recently that Father's Day was not officially made a holiday until 1972. 1972! Now, while I realize that many people consider 1972 eons ago, I do not. I'm glad that fathers have a day of recognition now, because they surely deserve acknowledgement. I thought for this week's Ten Things of Thankful post, I would list ten lessons I'm thankful my dad taught me. My dad is a teacher. Not only did he impart his knowledge to countless junior high aged kids throughout his career, he taught--and still teaches--my siblings and me. He is not a preachy teacher; he's a humble man whose lessons I feel like I learned through osmosis. When he would get home from work, we'd all sit down as a family for supper. Often, our phone would ring, and on the other end of the line would be a paren
Living life with a thankful heart
OH I Want one so bad! please pray for me...
ReplyDeleteAdorable! She looks just like Grandma. :0)
ReplyDeleteShe is precious and has such beautiful hair and eyes.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely adorable! Just look at all that hair. You have every right to be proud as punch.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, she's got her little hands folded!
ReplyDeleteOh my word, she is adorable! Bring on the shameless photos as often as you want.
ReplyDeleteNothing shameful about it, Kristi! It's called "Being a Gramma!" She is adorable!
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