He and my mom picked me up in Lubbock when I was 4 weeks and 4 days old, and brought me home in a giant Christmas stocking I still get out, 41 years later. In a life full of blessings, the fact that I ended up with them is truly God’s greatest gift.
Past 70 now, he is still packing his bags and getting malaria shots. He and my mom travel Burkina Fasso, Africa; an orphanage for children with AIDS in Haiti, or anywhere he can show God’s love with a hug, a smile, clean drinking water — whatever he can offer.
Growing up, I knew two things were true. My dad had high expectations for me, and he also loved me unconditionally. I work every day to try and make sure my kids know the same thing.
I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.