a father's love.

a father’s love is a blessing. it is a mere glimpse of the parallel love the God feels for each and every one of us. a father’s love is second nature. men spend their entire life thinking they are so tough but when their child is born it is impossible for them to not fall madly in love. a father's love is not as immediately reciprocated because for a while children think they only need their mom. perhaps this is because guys don't have boobs to breast feed. a father's love is simple. it consists of spending nights and weekends sitting on chairs with your feet propped up on exercise balls as otomans. It's the rare Saturday pine cone picking up, learning to drive stick shifts, and lunch dates. my father's love is where I find a great deal of my satisfaction and something I could not live without, especially since being away at school. I talk to my dad most everyday by phone or email. He's the one I cry to about bad grades, he's the one that knows about boys I'm smitten with, he's the one who, naturally, fuels my bank account. he's extremely supportive of me persuing a journalism career and I would say, he is my biggest fan. from him I have learned how to be a compassionate person that enjoys talking to strangers, especially if they are wearing black and gold (steelers). I have learned to work first, play later, though I am still struggling at living that out. I have learned to just "let it go." I have learned that sometimes you don't know all the answers and it's not a bad thing to ask questions-- at almost 60, I see him still striving to better understand catholocism. I have learned that loving women like me and my mom can be extremely frustrating but raising your voice will never solve anything. I have learned that loving people and God is the most important thing I can do to find complete satisfaction. I have learned what it means to be a man and what I am looking for in a husband. And for his love I am thankful everyday.