A father to the fatherless

My Dad returned home yesterday, on Father’s Day, from Bolivia where he was aiding and loving on families who do not have easy access to medical attention.  He was a part of team that was caring for the very basic of needs, and in doing so helping to illustrate that there is a father who loves them, a father who is concerned with their wellbeing.

 

I am so grateful for my Dad.  To have a man who cheered for me, who wanted what was best for me, who read to me, who drove me all around the country (literally) so that I could pursue dreams, who loved me.

Dad.  A supporter.  A warrior.  A confidant.  A cheer-leader.  A protector.  What a role.