It's Father's Day.

In church today we were to think about our Dad, and write down something that we appreciate about him.

I wrote

My Dad loves me.

My Dad grew up with an alcoholic father. I've never heard his whole story, but the bits I've been able to piece together indicate that he didn't have a great example of fatherly love. I don't think he ever learned how to express his love.

At least in words.

My Dad was always a hard worker.

He loved us by providing for us.

I don't think I've ever heard my Dad say I Love You.

The closest he's come, when I say, I love you, is Same here.

But, he says I love you with his eyes.

He says I love you with his hug.

He says I love you when he makes Mom phone to make sure we got home alright.

So, Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Thank you for giving me your ears.

Thank you for giving me your forehead and nose.

Thank you for giving me your sense of humour.

Thank you for giving me your love.

I love you back.