Sometime late last year 2014 to be precise – I had to pick up my car from the garage, so my dad gave me a lift there. We got to the garage, I picked up my car, and headed home with my dad driving in front of me as I followed right behind. Now we got closer to home, we reached a junction and my dad being in front reached it first, and when the road was clear turned right. Basically, the route was… turn right and then make the next left. My dad emerged, turned right and then left. I still had to wait at the junction as the road was not clear. Anyway, once the road was clear, I turned right, and then took left, and there I saw that my dad had parked on the road waiting for me to show! It is a road I had taken hundred times before, so it wasn’t really because I would get lost that he stopped. He was just been dad. Once he saw I was right behind him, he drove on until we arrived home, less than a minute later.

I teased him about it when I got home, and said something in sense of, “but daddy there was no need for you to wait for me, I’ve driven that road many times and I know the way!” Well, he responded, “I was just doing my job plus your mummy would have had my head if I got home without you” …or something like that.

I don’t know why, but that really stuck with me. My dad, the leader, protector. I could recount many other events through my life where he has been there. Even when I felt he didn’t need to be. His love has been constant and I truly thank God for the privilege to being able to call him dad dearest. We have our moments of disagreements of course. But through him I get a glimpse of what it means to be loved by someone unconditionally not because of what I have done or not done, but because he chooses to. ❤