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.