I don't think I know a better man than my father. I say this even now, as I'm feeling whole-heartedly aware of how perfect my husband is for me as my eternal companion, and how wonderful of a father he is to my son(s). But I think I will always believe in my father as the one to fix anything. Including my heart.
Moments accompanied with feelings I will never forget (and that have been so on my mind lately) are when I first saw him come through the hospital elevator when I was laboring with Morgan. I folded myself in his arms and cried because I hurt, was afraid and was entirely comforted and relieved at seeing him. His arms were just what I needed. And four weeks ago, he sat in my living room and blessed me, his grown, married daughter, with a father's blessing of health, comfort and love, accompanied with promises I needed to hear.
I love my dad. I love him so much. And I'm so thankful Heavenly Father sent me to him.
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