My Father's Birthday.

As I gave both my parents a hug this afternoon and waved to them as they drove off to Calgary, I felt a wave of nostalgia which heightened later when Tess visited some of her friends and I opted to stay home to take a nap. I miss them. This is a good thing.

Tomorrow is my Dad's 65th birthday and as I looked at him and observe his interactions with friends, my wife, and my mom... I am grateful to God that he is still healthy, strong, and filled with vitality. Even in retirement he is willing to throw in a helping hand, an ecouraging word, but also crack a joke here and there. I understand now where my younger sister's wit comes from. I recognize my older sister's work ethic. My siblings and I are made from the same ingredients... just mixed in different concentrations.

The picture above is particularly touching. My mom suggested it. My Dad agreed. I think they are happy because the bike is a symbol of me taking my health seriously once again. The picture is touching to me because my parents gave me my first serious bike back when I was about 15 years old.

The thing that I love about my father is that he has allowed me to see his human side. I have been witness to his struggles. But he has also shown me what it is to rise above and that this is only possible through a trusting relationship with God. For doubters (of which I have been one many a time) I present him: a person who not only preaches salvation, but has lived it.