Today my dad was in Cambridge.
(Aren't they cute?)
At my church this morning, one of the Father's Day speakers did not show.
To fill some time, our bishop called a couple of people out of the congregation
to talk about the influence of their fathers.
My kids told me after the meeting that they were wishing the bishop had called me to talk about Grampy.
As much as I'm not fond of impromptu public speaking, I was kind of hoping I would get called too.
I have so much good to say about the positive influence that my dad is in my life!
Let me give you a recent example.
Tonight I called my dad.
He told me about his day.
He had so many positive things to say about the building dedication in Cambridge this morning.
It was a spiritual highlight that he was eager to share.
Then, when I confessed that I was calling to see if someone might be willing to meet me at the half-way point (we live 25 miles apart) to deliver sneakers gone missing in their yard from yesterday's BBQ, he didn't hesitate even one second before offering to drive, when really, he was ready to climb into bed.
He loves me that much.
He would drive the sneakers to Oklahoma if I asked; I'm sure of it.
He likes to help.
He's the best.