Christmas morning my daddy gives me a gift. My dad doesn't buy stuff for people. He'll take you to dinner or to the beach or even to Disney World, but he won't buy you things. He always says, "I don't want to junk up your house, I'll let you do that," so this gift was a big, strange deal for me.
My non-gift-giving Daddy filled a multi-opening frame with pictures of Caleb from his first few days of life. It was a sweet and incredibly thoughtful gift. I hugged him, not expecting a long hug. That hasn't happened since I was little. He didn't let go. Then, he started crying. Another thing my dad hasn't done for many years, at least in front of me.
I would love to have these moments with my daddy more often, but there's a lot that would need to be sifted through before that could happen. Just the same, that gift made my Christmas morning.
Also, as an aside, he dressed up like Santa for Caleb, the other babies, and the doggies. Here's a picture to prove it.
Caleb genuinely looks interested in that big hairy man holding him. Also, the little jumpsuit that he has on was my daddy's. It says, "Toot Toot" on the back. Caleb and his Papa both live up to that name.
Oh, I love my daddy! How I pray and pray and pray that he'll love Jesus one day. So much freedom and joy and purpose he could know.
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