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Top Ten Reasons Why I Have the Best Dad in the World


Happy Father’s Day, Dad! This one’s for you.

10. I love to sing. While I was in high school, my dad encouraged me to go on the road with him and sing at area churches. After our concert, we went to the homes of complete strangers for lunch. I followed my dad’s example of eating whatever was set before us whether it was a five course Sunday dinner or half-cooked spaghetti.
9. He showed me it is never too late to go back to school. My dad got his education in doing what he loved when he was in his 40s. It took him a few more years than expected, but he never gave up and became a great church leader.
 
8. I learned the joy of moving and meeting new people through him. We moved several times while growing up. Each time, I went to a new school. I met new people. Many who have become life-long friends. In my adult life I find myself doing the same. From Maine to Pennsylvania to Colorado to North Carolina I have had once-in-a-lifetime experiences with people I have met along the way.
7. I left home several times. My first attempt was for college. When that didn’t work out, I was welcomed back with open arms. After having Sean and leaving a bad relationship, my dad’s outstretched arms opened in a welcoming embrace. Years later, my family of five was welcomed into their home again.
 
6. When I was 17, my father mortified me when he sat down with my boyfriend and a couple of other friends and told them he did not want his daughter in any partying situations. I hummed to myself while he talked that day. It was only after having children of my own that I realized how much love he showed that day. 
5. Throughout my life, I have always been able to count on my dad. He is always there to lend a helping hand whether I am moving yet again or am in need of help fixing up the house. More importantly, he listens and offers guidance whenever I need it. 
4. He is an example of love and acceptance for all people. I have seen my dad welcome many people into his life. It matters not whether the person is rich, poor, Christian, an alcoholic, victim of abuse, atheist, gay, straight, adulterer, or divorcee. He does not judge. He embodies how a Christian should act.
3. My dad is my biggest cheerleader. He believes in me and my atypical decisions whether it be teaching in Uganda, splitting up the family for work, or working 12 hour days to be the best teacher I can be. Not only does he tell me how wonderful I am, he tells those around him as well.
 
2. When I told him I was pregnant (and not married), he pulled me into his arms and gave me a great big hug. No judgment, only love.
1. My dad loves and accepts me for who I am.

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  1. None of this surprises me a bit. I always liked your Dad! I would imagine that, from what I remember of your father (and what I have seen from your Mom's comments--I pay attention to such things), they have a lot to do with the lovely woman that you are!

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