When I was growing up I did not have a father in my life. I was the last of ten children and by the time I was born my father had left the home. I really missed not having him in my life.
While I did not have a dad, my husband became the father I would have wanted.
When I married ‘W’ and then had our children we determined how we would raise them. Not that we knew all that lay ahead, but basically that they would be respectful and ‘likeable’.
From the time our first child was born he was a father who would change a diaper, or do basically anything I needed help with. They grew up knowing they could depend on their father because he was always there for them.
He taught them how to work hard for the things they wanted in life and how to face disappointments.
Most of all he taught them that no matter whatever happened, he loved them unconditionally and that he would never stop loving them………………. just as God loves us.
He has given them a legacy of love, that they will pass on to their children.