My Father-In-Law called last night. But I don't like this title. He's my Dad too. My Father-In-Heart. He called to talk to his "kid" and to check on everyone. But he told me that he loves me and is proud of me. He will never know how much that means.
He shares my love of the outdoors and Mother Earth News. I tell people that he just gets me. I love that he worries about and prays for me.
I love him the most because so much of him is in his son. The tender heart. The gentleman. The reader. The outdoors man. The huge love for his son is not just seen but felt by all.
His life was not easy nor perfect. But my husband is who he is and where he is because his Dad loved him.
And he adores my boys. No one else (not even me) can pick out the perfect clothes or present for them like he does.
He believes in us. That belief is a seed that has taken root in our family tree and is producing a harvest.
I'm blessed that I have my amazing Father-in-Heart!
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