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.
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