I have to tell you, I was thinking the other day about the importance of dads--especially with all the kids in the world who don't really have fathers or even father figures. This was one of my conclusions. I realized that most of my conceptions about God and what He must be like stem from my dad and the role he played in my life--his character, his attitude, the way he loved me and disciplined me (which I guess are one in the same) :-) And wow--how lucky am I to have had such an amazing, every day example of God's love in my life. I remember even as a small child thinking of how patient, compassionate, gentle and forgiving God must be...I knew He had to be all of these things because my dad...my "father" was--is--all of those things. Sooooooo...thank you dad.
And now I get the chance to watch Neil with Layla and I am so amazed at that interaction. I feel so blessed to have something new to love about Neil every time I see the two of them together. I love to hear them laughing while I'm in the other room, I love to walk in and see Neil showing Layla how to use the tape measurer, HA...and I am absolute putty in his hands after I see him changing a diaper--especially if its a yucky one. But more importantly...I feel this strange sense of respect for Neil when I think about him being a daddy. Again--I am such a lucky and blessed girl.
Thank you Neil William...thank you for being so stinkin amazing at everything you do. I love you :-)