Just like on Mother's Day, Friday came and I had planned nothing for Dad this weekend. I spent some time Friday night thinking about it. By Saturday Daddy was headed to an estate sale and asked me to go, but I declined since I had come up with an idea for a Father's Day gift.
A few months ago, Dad and Mom were working on finishing some basement rooms. Halfway through the project, Daddy got sick and had to stop working on it. He and Mom had put up sheetrock and he had spackled the walls. Aha! A gift for Dad.
At 9 a.m. on Saturday morning I showed up at my parent's house and told my mom that was going to work in the basement. After she realized I was serious, we selected a room. I gathered up my supplies and began sanding the walls. (My little one was even with me, lending a hand.)
By 9 p.m. I finished painting the room. (Earlier that evening, Dad and I had gone to the store and chosen a color named "relaxing green".) Both my parents seemed thrilled that I had done this for them. And all they had to do was feed me and buy the paint. :o)
In case you are wondering about my ability to complete this project ... my Dad taught me.
Proverbs 4:1 Hear, ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding.
Happy Father's Day to the best Dad ever!
I love you Daddy!
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