As I sat in church this weekend listening to Bryan preach he proposed a question that really made me start to think. If we only had 30 days to live would there be things we would do different? Have we told that someone just how much they mean to us? Have we forgave someone that has hurt us? I have to say several things came to mind.
One person who I thought of was my papa. Have I told him just how much he means to me? Let me tell you a little bit about me and my papa. This man has given me some of my most cherished memories! Let me share a few with you.
I can remember spending the night at my grandparents house waiting for my papa to arrive home from work. He owned his own business doing construction. First thing I would do when he walked through the door was run into his arms. He was always dirty from work so he would want to go and take a shower. Before he did that he would let me take off his work boots for him. I always got a kick out of that. So he would patiently wait while I unlaced each boot and pull them off his feet. After he showered he would sit in his recliner and I would jump up in his lap. I always wore his white T-shirts are my night gown. He usually had a little dirt under his finger nails and I wanted to clean them for him. I would say, "papa I'll clean your nails if you pay me a dollar." So thats what I did.
I remember a time a fell off the swing set. I was standing on the swing which was wooden tying to reach the top. I was a gymnast you know. lol I fell and the wooden swing came back and hit me. I can remember my papa running to be. My mom says she has never seen Cy run like that before! lol He pick me up while I was bleeding from my eyebrow. I felt so safe in his arms. I did have to get stitches in case you were wondering.
Every morning for as long as I can remember he would have breakfast fro me when I got up. Even f he had something to do that morning he would go and get breakfast and leave it there for me It started out being donut holes. I loved those things. Then after I became diabetic it was Burger King crossandwich. I felt so loved and important!
He had a tire swing at the house that I was on all the time. It was a plastic tire swing not a real tire. I fit just perfect in it. lol I would say, "papa push me, push me higher papa make my belly laugh!" And he would do just that.
I see the way my kids look at their papas and I can only hope they have memories just as I did!
I can honestly say I have always known his unconditional love for me. I always felt so safe and important to him! He is always telling me how proud he is of me, and he knows how to build me up! I only wish he could see himself through my eyes. I think the world of him!!
