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I've got some letters to write. One to a friend who I have not been communicating with as much as I'd like to. I believe we've drifted apart because of our different views on the Bible; he's literal, I'm figurative.
Another is to my Father in law. I think of him often, probably daily, because I am so thankful for my wife.
Today is Memorial Day and I am thinking of those who gave their lives so that I may live as I please. I have a very personal connection to such people and I am extremely thankful for them. They had a profound effect on my life. Today, I live in my dream home because of these very men and their effect on my life.
I was contemplating the symbolism of the Father of the Bride walking his daughter down the aisle and handing her to the next man in her life. The one that is replacing her Father.
If that Father was all that a man should be. If he set the example to her by providing, encouraging, educating and loving, then it is a tall order for a young man to step in and become what her Daddy was and more.
So, when I look at my wife and feel so incredibly blessed, I think of her parents and her Daddy is just such a man that did what a man is supposed to do. What a good man is supposed to do. What a Father and Husband and a mature adult is supposed to do. He set the mark, he set the example by which the daughter should measure a man.
For me it is a tall order to fill those shoes. I did not have the example to follow. My dad failed miserably and my older brothers were damaged and unable to give me what I needed. I found a few along the way that I'd grab tidbits of inspiration from to learn, grow and mature on. I remember them for those things fondly.
Few and far between, I'd trial and error my way through most of life pushing the envelop so to speak. Trying to find the lines and move them to new places.
Without making this a long story, I really just want to say thank you to the men in my life that have helped shape the man that my wife love and admires today.
I could not have done it with out you and I'm thankful. I have the most amazing life I could ever have imagined, living in the most amazing house with the most amazing wife. Somebody pinch me, it's almost too good to be true!
* on a personal note to Haskell Tarlton, my wife's Father, thank you for being a great man in preparing my wife to be the most wonderful woman I have ever known. You were her biggest cheerleader and showed a great work ethic. You were a great provider and a tender man that demonstrated how a man should treat his wife. And thank you for taking care of your self to this day. Drinking lots of water, continuing an active life style, eating right and getting up to go walk. We want you around for as long as possible.
**to Ralph Moore, thank you for leading me to and listening to God and for being a friend when I needed one most.
* * * to Jesus, no matter my varying view of things, you are undeniably the greatest influence in my life. Thank you for always being there and leading men like Haskell Tarlton, Ralph Moore, Capt. John Nesbit and Bill Ruff into my life.
I've got some letters to write. One to a friend who I have not been communicating with as much as I'd like to. I believe we've drifted apart because of our different views on the Bible; he's literal, I'm figurative.
Another is to my Father in law. I think of him often, probably daily, because I am so thankful for my wife.
Today is Memorial Day and I am thinking of those who gave their lives so that I may live as I please. I have a very personal connection to such people and I am extremely thankful for them. They had a profound effect on my life. Today, I live in my dream home because of these very men and their effect on my life.
I was contemplating the symbolism of the Father of the Bride walking his daughter down the aisle and handing her to the next man in her life. The one that is replacing her Father.
If that Father was all that a man should be. If he set the example to her by providing, encouraging, educating and loving, then it is a tall order for a young man to step in and become what her Daddy was and more.
So, when I look at my wife and feel so incredibly blessed, I think of her parents and her Daddy is just such a man that did what a man is supposed to do. What a good man is supposed to do. What a Father and Husband and a mature adult is supposed to do. He set the mark, he set the example by which the daughter should measure a man.
For me it is a tall order to fill those shoes. I did not have the example to follow. My dad failed miserably and my older brothers were damaged and unable to give me what I needed. I found a few along the way that I'd grab tidbits of inspiration from to learn, grow and mature on. I remember them for those things fondly.
Few and far between, I'd trial and error my way through most of life pushing the envelop so to speak. Trying to find the lines and move them to new places.
Without making this a long story, I really just want to say thank you to the men in my life that have helped shape the man that my wife love and admires today.
I could not have done it with out you and I'm thankful. I have the most amazing life I could ever have imagined, living in the most amazing house with the most amazing wife. Somebody pinch me, it's almost too good to be true!
* on a personal note to Haskell Tarlton, my wife's Father, thank you for being a great man in preparing my wife to be the most wonderful woman I have ever known. You were her biggest cheerleader and showed a great work ethic. You were a great provider and a tender man that demonstrated how a man should treat his wife. And thank you for taking care of your self to this day. Drinking lots of water, continuing an active life style, eating right and getting up to go walk. We want you around for as long as possible.
**to Ralph Moore, thank you for leading me to and listening to God and for being a friend when I needed one most.
* * * to Jesus, no matter my varying view of things, you are undeniably the greatest influence in my life. Thank you for always being there and leading men like Haskell Tarlton, Ralph Moore, Capt. John Nesbit and Bill Ruff into my life.
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