So there's this guy...

So there's this guy. He's tall, handsome, strong, sensitive, and wonderfully caring. He can make me laugh. Sometimes he makes me cry, but he always apologizes, or makes it better somehow. We can have lots of fun together. We like the same kinds of movies and books and he encourages me in soccer and horseback riding and my academic career.

He happens to be my father.

Jesus gave me my father, and he made me a lot like him. I want to be like my father. I want to be able to fix things in my house when they break, and not have to call a professional. My father is the professional. I want to care for people through my actions. Every time someone is coughing while trying to speak in church, my daddy gets them a cup of water. My dad isn't great with words, he's sorta shyish, but he can show you in plenty of different ways he cares about you. I want to mow my lawn with a John Deer and a drive Ford F-150.

Our personalities are very much alike. We both have a competitive attitude, towards, um, everything. We're both stubborn. We like to be right. But my daddy does listen to people when they try to help or correct him. I'm not very good at that yet. He loves Jesus. He tries to be the spiritual leader in our family, because God has called him to be. He's good at teaching and explaining things. He talks to me because he genuinely cares about me. He wants me to feel better when I'm sick or I have killer sunburn.

He's smart. He likes things to work in the best way possible, not just work. I'm like that too. My father loves me. I know he does. He makes many rules, but he explains them, and he makes them because they guide me in the way he believes is best. He respects me. And he supports me.

I wanted to tell you about him. I thought you should know. And I wanted to remind myself.