This month my dad celebrated his 75th birthday. Well, I celebrated it. He says that he doesn’t celebrate birthdays anymore.
Store bought again. I really should learn to bake a cake. I’m sure I can do it. One of these days…
My grandma baked cakes. When I was a kid I remember her bringing us chocolate cakes with coconut sprinkled on top. She needed no special reason except that she loved us.
I overfed my parents this time. I can’t get used to them eating like birds, and for some reason I cook for an army. I’ve never had an army, but I’m prepared for one.
So after being unable to finish his pea soup my dad struggled through his desert. I couldn’t finish my soup either. Peas stick to the ribs! I told him he didn’t have to finish his cake. I informed him that I could put it in a container to take home, but, nope, he soldiered through it. (lol)
As he read the poem below he had to go back to the top and re-read it. When asked if he could read my writing. He said, “Yep, I can read it.”
I don’t know about this poem. Either it doesn’t flow quite right, or maybe I just didn’t write it out right for my dad (I was rushing a bit when I did), but he said, “Okay, yep. I’ve got it now.”(lol) Then I recieved a hug. ❤
A father who loves your mother
helps to keep your world at peace
It’s a an honorable and a lovely thing
when gentleness is a legacy.
And even when you’ve left the nest
the choices he makes matter no less
It’s a comforting and a wonderful thing
when beautiful things remain the same.
February 08, 2020
“Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them.”Colossians 3:19
Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave Himself for it; That He might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, That He might present it to Himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.Ephesians 5:25-33