My heart didn’t skip a beat nor did I blush with dreamy eyes.
He was…and I was…Father and daughter.
He was the first man I ever loved.
In fact, some of my earliest memories are of seeing him kiss another lady before he left for work. He kissed my mother.
But he was the first man I ever loved.
I didn’t realize I loved my daddy. I didn’t know that feelings were called love.
Love just was.
With Daddy, I was safe.
With Daddy, I had answers.
With Daddy, I had whatever I needed.
With Daddy, I had a strong shoulder when I was tired.
With Daddy, I had an listening ear when I cried, even if he didn’t agree with me.
With Daddy, I had someone who could fix anything
and solve problems on which others turned their backs
and one who taught me to never give up when the going got tough
and to stay the course, seek truth and pursuit it, keep my faith and hold tightly to trust.
And I didn’t realize he was the first man I ever loved. Because love isn’t made up entirely of feelings.
Love is being and doing and giving and giving and giving more.
And it’s because Daddy was the first man I ever loved, that I learned what love is.
Daddy taught me love in action.
And when I fell in love with Philip…those feelings of romantic love…I recognized love that would never give up when the going got tough, love that would stay the course, seek truth, and hold tightly to faith and trust…
… because Daddy was the first man I ever loved.
Because of Daddy I’m surrounding by wonderful men…
…my husband, my sons, my sweet little Grand miracle, my Father in law, my brothers and brothers in law, my nephews..all amazing men.
I don’t deserve all these blessings of love.
Daddy’s been gone for years now. But I’m still reaping the benefits of all the love he sowed in my life.
And to think, I didn’t even realize he was the first man I ever loved.
Happy Father’s Day!
P.S. Never underestimate the power of an ordinary day and an ordinary life… lived in an extra-ordinary way.
And one more thing…it’s not lost on me that many girls haven’t had a wonderful father/daughter relationship. I know Father’s Day can be a day of tears and sorrow. Honestly, it was with hesitation that I shared my experience. If you didn’t have a daddy who lived love in action, if you didn’t have a daddy who showed you true love, if your daddy broke your heart…there is still hope. Your wounds can be healed. Your scars can become part of a beautiful story of redemption.
I am not a licensed therapist but I can direct you to quality resources if you are struggling today.
All because…of the first man I ever loved…
Gordon Wilson Easley.