Father's Day

Today is the day this country, as far as I know, celebrates the fathers that populate our society. Being one of the senior fathers of my particular clan, tribe, family,I have the honor and privilege of giving praise to two of the younger fathers, my two sons-in-law. Tom Hintz, who is married to my older daughter Anne and father to Victoria and Margaret. Tom is a good man, first he loves the Lord and is guiding his family in this pursuit of living a life honoring the ultimate Father. He loves my Daughter and my Granddaughters, and that is a very good thing, he demonstrates patience, and kindness toward his family and serves them with his whole heart. Jason Gregga, the husband of my younger daughter Sarah and father to Isabelle and Sophia is also a good man. First, again, he loves the Lord and guides his family in the Fathers ways. His love for my daughter and granddaughters is without question . He demonstrates gentleness, and goodness toward them and also serves them with his whole heart.

I am so pleased and proud of both of them, I am a blessed father to have the two daughters I do, and the four Granddaughters I do, but with all that, the blessing of having these two men as part of my family as added a completeness.

Happy and blessed fathers day, Tom and Jason

8th Grade is over

Yesterday was road trip day, for Papa, Nana, Sarah and Isabelle. A ride to Jubilee College State Park near Peoria Illinois , the home of our oldest granddaughter Victoria. The occasion, a party to celebrate the graduation from 8th grade. It does not come as a surprise to me that Victoria is now 14 years old, it does not come as a surprise to me that she has turned into a beautiful young lady, it does not surprise me one little bit for I only need see her mother, the gentle, kind, loving, caring mother who has poured herself into this young lady. Remembering the days gone by, walking my daughter down the aisle, remember the days rushing to the hospital to hold for the first time in my life, a granddaughter. I remember the day at the Little Red Schoolhouse when you were dedicated to the Lord outside in the beauty of Gods creation, I am remembering the days of weekly visits watching you crawl, walk, run, and play. I remember you loving Keno, he was bigger than you, I remember that great T-Ball game in Brookfield, and those dinners at the Irish Pub, You might still like those shepards pies, In more recent days I remember a trip to an Indiana State Park to camp out together, Victoria Margaret their Mom and Dad in a tent and Nana an I in the lodge, oh how sweet it is, remembering the rendezvous at KFC to pick you and your sister up to spend a week with Papa and Nana, the trips to Newport Aquarium, and other places. Remember those years of getting updated pictures, Pictures with Floyd. Remember those days when my heart was full just thinking about you, and now I have more days to remember. Congratulations dear Victoria, I am so proud of the young lady you have become.