Dad’s Day: Make it Special

Happy Father’s Day fellas!

My dad left us in 2009. The thing I remember most about him is how he was a diligent, prompt, hard worker. He retired from Rohm and Haas after almost 40 years, doing that shift work. He rarely missed a day. I didn’t know all those years until my teen years, my dad could not read. Wow! But he showed up to work everyday! Phenomenal!!

Dads are special to kids. Nobody like them. I often watch and tell the story how moms can be doing it all–everyday, every year. Dad walks in one day with one toy or a thing the kid loves. The kid smiles broadly, and screams loudly, with a burst of excitement, “LOOK AT WHAT MY DADDY GOT ME! MY DADDY GAVE ME THIS!!” They walk around the house or school or the neighborhood waving that thing around as if daddy just gave them a piece of gold worth millions!! Lol

That’s the affect dads have that moms don’t. 😉💙

Enjoy your day Fathers. You rock!

Be blessed until next time!.

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Author: Ellie

A born again believer in Jesus Christ, residing in Pennsylvania, with a B.A. in Biblical Studies/Communications from Colorado Christian University - May 2018. I'm also a mother to one son, a grandmother, and a friend to most!

10 thoughts on “Dad’s Day: Make it Special”

  1. THIS was too awesome thank you for sharing it yes our Father left us in 2007 and what I did know about him was that he was an incredibly smart man who Loved music and loved writing and photography… Which are some of the talents and skills that his offsprings inherited… And developed a passion for helping other people once he himself reformed, becoming a counselor for alcohol and narcotic patients. I too kirsty unto the awesome job that the Father’s of today are handling 🥹🙏🏾🕊️💞

    Much Love…SAFE Travels, bonnie

    “Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart…”

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        Much Love & Safe Travels, bonnie

        “Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart;” . . . Pro. 3:5

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  2. Beautiful words, Ellie! Happy Fathers day.

    I remember one thing from my childhood, when I was smaller, we weren’t as rich, and my father would always keep with him a slice of bread, and that would bring me so much joy. When I knew that he was coming home, I would race to reach him and enjoy that slice of bread on the road home. Precious memories. ❤️

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