Happy Father's Day

I just wanted to write a quick blog and say Happy Father's Day to the best Dad in the world!

More than ever, fathers should be celebrated. Nowadays, many people grow up without a father figure. For women, this can end up having some devastating impacts on their lives. Many studies have shown that fathers help their daughters develop social skills, get better grades, inspire future career goals, lessen the chance of teen pregnancy, and the list goes on and on.

Our Dad did an exceptional job in raising three girls. I think being the only male in the family would be a hard task for most men to handle, but he did a great job and was always there for us. He let us dress him us as a girl (I don't know how many times,) helped us with our school projects, taught us to play basketball, run a paper route, and honestly taught us all "manly" skills that I think some girls lack today. (Hence, my handygirl side.)

I would like to say Thank You to our Dad for being such a good role model for us and being such a good father.

Also, I would like to thank all the other father's out there that play such a positive and important role in their children's life.

Daddy's Hands

lyrics by Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy´s hands.

~Beth