Since it’s Father’s Day, today’s post is formatted as a note of appreciation for my dad.
You danced with me to Tale As Old As Time every morning before going to work, and ran behind me as I rode a bicycle for the first time.
You helped me sound out the bigger words in my decodable books as I first learned how to read, and sat with me at the downstairs table while I cried over math packets that seemed to have no end.
You plucked out my wiggly teeth when I didn’t have the nerve to do it myself, and cheered me on as I crossed the ropes course at 6th grade outdoor ed.
You helped me film and edit my 8th grade scholarship application video, and drove me to what probably felt like (for you, anyway) a million and one events over the course of my high school years.
You pushed me to take that standardized college entrance exam one more time.
You took me to my first concert during my freshman year of college, and helped me rehearse my academic showcase presentation numerous times.
You’ve always listened, you’ve always cared, and you’ve always displayed an unwavering confidence in my capabilities, even when I didn’t think you had much reason to.
Thank you for everything, dad. I love you!
Makayla (Your Zoobs)
To my readers, if you haven’t read my post “What a Pair of Refashioned Earrings Taught Me About Fatherly Love,” you can do so here.
“For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by Him we cry, ‘Abba, Father.’ The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.” Romans 8:14-16.