The children pull out the crayons and card stock to honour the Daddy they adore with homemade cards. The boy scratches a poem down on paper to pay tribute to his father with witty words.
He is a Dad who deserves praise.
He is a husband who loves well.
He is a man worthy of his wage.
He rises with the sun and sets off to work with his hands.
He never leaves without a kiss and always returns home expecting the same.
He is steady, self-sacrificing and servant-hearted.
He is compassionate, committed, and courageous.
He makes music in life.
He composes passionate ballads with sweet harmony pulsing in real time.
He hammers hard when the black notes fill the performance.
He crescendos when life gets tricky with sharps and flats. Presses in. Presses on.
He humbly steps across the stage of life and never demands applause.
He tenderly holds his children in his arms and near to his heart.
He opens his hand to what the Lord has given and knows that the Lord could take away.
He believes in his heart.
He hopes against hope.