A few years ago, my dad emailed me a list of Bible verses and replaced every pronoun with my name. His version of Ephesians 3:17-19 is still saved on my phone:
“And I pray that you (Melanie), being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints (Mom, Dad, Sam, Jackson & Jr.), to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge — that you (Melanie) may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”
This is my dad’s heart. He loves his wife
, his kids, his dog and his Savior — and we all love him back. He is a spiritual leader, a best friend and the funniest guy I’ve ever known.
It’s a joy to spend time with him, whether we’re watching Shark Tank on a Friday night or hot tubbing in our new backyard jacuzzi. (But why couldn’t we have gotten one when I lived there?!) The man owns more Lululemon workout clothes than anyone I know, and you’d better believe he’s shared the gospel with his personal trainer — anyone and everyone.
In business, my dad is distinctively driven. He understands people and products, and he has grown his latest venture exponentially. He’s the one who suggested I dip my toes into real estate, and today, he is my biggest fan. I would be nowhere without his advice and support.
Happy Father’s Day to you, Dad. Thank you for everything.