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
Glad all is well - no harm, no foul.
ReplyDeleteUgh. That stuff can be hard to clean up. Glad it all came up for you.
ReplyDeleteYou're on Twitter?!?! Man, now Lizzi is really going to be on my case. I can hear her now..."Kristi's on, so that leaves you the last co-host to jump on the twitter wagon."
Have fun with it. I'm sure Lizzi will be able to answer questions you have.
It's the small things, eh? Now I need to borrow your carpet cleaner. =)
ReplyDeleteYay! Enjoy Thanksgiving with your family!
ReplyDeletePuppies mean well! At least you have the right tools to deal with the situation. Hope you have a great Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteOh, poor Drexel is in doggy jail.
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