Father's Day. A special holiday to remember the fathers (and father figures) in our lives. For their love, their support, their sacrifices. Because those of us who have those incredible men in our lives are lucky. There are those that, for various reasons, don't. Today's post is a shout out, not just to the awesome fathers in my life, but all the great fathers and father figures out there. Keep being awesome!
I grew up in what you might call a broken home. I won't say more than that right now, because I want to remain positive and the pain of the past is just that, the past. However, I'm so very fortunate to have two very awesome fathers in my life.
First, is my husband, Stewart, who is without a doubt my very best friend and an excellent father to our two young sons. Just watching him with our boys is enough to make me fall in love with him all over again (okay, I admit it, just looking at him is enough for that). I can't imagine making a better choice in a husband and he is a great deal of the inspiration behind the romance in my stories. I'd be utterly lost without him.
But as amazing as my husband is, I would be sorely remiss to not mention his father, Loyd.
My father-in-law is much more like a father to me, the father that I always wanted. He is open, honest, and just generally fun to be around. Everything I think a father should be. He is the biggest reason I ever started believing that there were good men in the world. Being the awesome (and maybe a touch insane) guy that he is, he married a woman who had five young kids (the youngest of which is now my husband) and has stayed with her all this time. 14 years, if memory serves me. If that's not commitment I don't know what is.
Long before I married Stewart, Loyd was like a father to me. It wasn't long after my mother and I joined his church, where he was assistant pastor, that I started following him around like a lost puppy (pathetic, I know). Despite all their quirks, Loyd and his family were the happiest and most stable people I'd ever known and at fourteen with some serious 'daddy issues' I desperately wanted to be part of that. What amazed me, even now thinking back, is how they welcomed me with open arms. Especially Loyd. There were days I'd walk to his house from my mom's apartment (about three miles if I remember correctly) just to follow him around the house and talk with him. Sometimes I wonder how they managed to put up with my clingy butt hanging around all the time. I'm just very glad they did.
If you see a lot of recurring themes of finding family in people who share no blood relation to you in my works, well, now you know why.
I also have to say a thank you to my Heavenly Father, without whom I would not be alive, much less find as much happiness in life as I have.
What about you? Do you have a great father (figure)? Feel free to share. Make an effort today to let him know how much he is loved and appreciated.