A thick envelope? I still remember the time I was a young mother and feeling down about something--it was the day of snail mail--and I saw something in the post box from my Dad.
He'd sent two photos: one was of me as a little girl on a co-worker's motorcycle...I hadn't thought of that for decades! I mean, I was a mother of two children now, the oldest a little younger than that girl on the Honda.
The other was of himself on a Harley. Daddy was in his eighties by then, and that bike wasn't his, of course, but belonged to a person whose home he was visiting in the U.S. I found myself looking at those pictures and grinning in spite of myself.
I'd heard of how Daddy took one of my sisters by the hand and took her back and forth across the street to show her how to cross it the first time...how he showed another sister one of his old report cards so she wouldn't feel bad about her grades.
I used to think Daddy was non-expressive, that Mommy was the warm and caring one; but when I think about all this, I realize Daddy just showed his love for his family differently.
I remember one time hearing Daddy pray God would make him a good Christian father...was he sitting at his desk when he muttered that? I can't remember.
I can't remember either, what it was I was depressed about when those photos came. I just remember they made me smile. Thank you Lord, for sending me a Daddy who'd make me smile. You knew he'd do that, didn't You?
