So, this is my dad.
I love my dad.
And I know, I know, that my dad loves me.
The amount of time he spent driving, sitting in cars, and listening to painful violin recitals and school concerts, I can barely comprehend.
My dad, along with my husband, is my biggest fan. I have leaned on his love and boundless faith in me, pretty much, every day of my life.
Josh and I asked my dad to share some thoughts, a little talk, on our wedding day, and it is completely not an exaggeration to say that when I talk to people about our wedding day, they ALL remember and talk about my dad’s talk.
You know how you have an interior mental picture of yourself? The you that you like best, that feels most capable most YOU? This is my dad’s (I think):
As a monk, you don’t have a ton of control over the daily details of your life, and you don’t HAVE to. Very freeing, in a way. You’re meant to focus on the spiritual, the interior. I know that my dad really felt a deep sense of peace when in the monastery. I am sure being in a monastery is not EASY. But it is– intentionally—simple.
But then, had my dad stayed in the monastery, there would have been no me…
And no Alden…
Happy Fathers Day, Dad. Love you!