Sometimes being a Dad to four sons and four daughters is kinda’ hard. I have a lot of teeth to think about when I wake up in the night. It’s my responsibility that to see to it that they are not rotten or crooked. I have years of courtships to look forward to and to worry about in my weak moments. I have oil to change and gas to buy and bills to pay. With a big family they just keep comin’ at you.
But I am a happy man, a very happy man. I have an adorable wife who is never a dull moment. I have four fine sons and four lovely daughters who fill my life with life and with love.
One evening last week I worked the front desk at the Character Inn so the girls could get out. They went in two different directions in two different vehicles. About two or three hours after they left Holly called and said; “Hey, Dad. I got the things that I needed and I’m stopping by Tim Horton’s, do you want a cup of coffee?”
“Thanks, Holly. That would be great.”
I smiled at her thoughtfulness.
About five minutes later the phone rang again. Hannah was on the phone this time.
“Hey, Dad. We are on our way home. Do you want us to stop and get anything for you?”
At moments like this it is really cool to be a Dad.
August 7, 2006