An Ordinary Dad!

Got to work late today because I was trying to let my medicine take effect so that the throbbing in my tooth would stop or at least slow down. Got to work a few hours and it was really great seeing all the neat ladies that came to the Shop Hop. I love to hear all about their lives and the things they are working on. But just after a few hours my tooth was throbbing again and I headed home.

Found this great story by Jason Wright talking about his Dad. How grateful I am for all the incredible ORDINARY  Fathers out there in the world.
Good Night dear friends!

My dad wasn’t extraordinaryt

My dad wasn’t extraordinary.

He didn’t serve in the military. He didn’t start a billion dollar company. He didn’t graduate from Harvard.

He didn’t vanquish any great obstacle, win some nationally prestigious award or write an inspiring comeback story – the kind with heart-tugging waves of music that rise and fall like ocean tides.

My dad wasn't extraordinary.

There wasn't alcohol to overcome, because he’d never had a sip. No drug problem because the notion of experimentation never occurred to him.

He never appeared on the news. Never met the president. Never led a crusade against crushing social injustice.

My dad was ordinary.

He made our home an ordinary place with little drama, anger or strife.

He was at ball games in his ordinary spot. Church in his ordinary pew. He even made attending every out-of-tune, mundane middle school concert an ordinary act.

When I’ve looked into the crowd at every ordinary moment of my ordinary life, whether the room held two or 2,000, he was there.

My dad was ordinary.

He treated his children how I imagined every father did. A father’s unconditional love? Ordinary.

A hug after a rough day at school? Ordinary.

Telling me he loved me so often, in so many scenarios and in countless circumstances that no single time stands out? Ordinary.

None of my ideas were ever too big and nothing was impossible. No dream was out of reach, no matter how short my naive, childhood arms. Because somehow, Dad was always there to make up the difference.

What a treasure that his love wasn’t extraordinary.

What an eternal blessing that his presence in my life, milestones large and small, wasn’t extraordinary.

What a miracle that when I didn’t believe in myself, when I doubted my goodness, when I questioned God’s plan, my father’s faith in me was so remarkably ordinary.

Yes, my dad was ordinary.

On this special day, though he’s left this world for another, I hope he knows much I love and miss him. And I hope he knows how grateful I am that in every wonderful way, he was ordinary.

Happy Father’s Day.

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