I’m 5 years old and I had just gotten into trouble at church. Specifically, during Sunday school and my mom was the teacher. My dad pokes his head around the corner and notices my mom fuming. “Can you PLEASE handle your kid?” Well, when mom gives up ownership of you, that’s when you know you’re in trouble. My dad glares in my direction and simply says, “Now.” while motioning for me to go with him. Tears immediately begin to well in my eyes as I dejectedly hang my head and walk to him. He leads me into the room across the hall and kneels down. “Look at me, kiddo, it’s okay.” Startled by the sudden softness in his tone, my head slowly lifts as my eyes find his face. “Do you know what you did to upset your mother?” He gently asks. I nod my head. “Are you going to do it again?” I shake my head no in earnest. “Good, I know you won’t.” My dad replies, a grin spreading across his face. “Now, listen to me. I want you to go back into that room with better behavior, apologize to your mom, and turn on the waterworks like I just had a come to Jesus with you, okay?” “Okay!” I shout, giggling and giving him a hug. I walk back across the hall to my mom, fake crying the best my 5 year old self can. My mom rolls her eyes and says, “Johnny!” as I look back over my shoulder just in time to see my dad give her a sheepish grin and then quickly turn to take off down the hallway laughing all the way. You’ve never been short on giving me grace and believing in me no matter what. That was the first day I knew we were gonna be best friends and so, from that day to this, a lot may have changed but one thing hasn’t- my absolute adoration of the strongest man I know. I love you so much, daddy. Happy Father’s Day! (PS POUND IT BRO 👊🏻) 💙💙💙 • • • • #fathersday #bestdad #daddydaughter #bestfriend #pounditbro #throwback
