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
This time of year is so beautiful where you are! Thanks for sharing. I love wild flowers.
ReplyDeleteMy word, Kristi! These are gorgeous! I want to live where you live. Corn and soybeans and flat land isn't nearly as pretty as poppies and mountains.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous sight!!!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Wish I could see them in person.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics, Kristi!
ReplyDeletereally beautiful - Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThat is just beautiful! Thank you for sharing them.
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