One of my favorite aspects of our family when I grew up were the large family gatherings for holidays. New Year's Day we remembered family members already passed away at the Sacred Heart Church and then went out for breakfast or to Great Uncle Bill and Aunt Jeanette's home. Easter was always at my Gram's house. Christmas Eve was always at Great Aunt Kay and Uncle Buss' home. Thanksgiving was at Uncle Bob and Aunt Louise's house. Great Uncle Pete and Aunt Ellen hosted various holidays too. From the oldest to the youngest babe, at least three generations came together.
Both Mom and Dad taught us to respect and enjoy our extended family while also cherishing our smaller family unit. I thought about sharing Holly Dunn's "Daddy's Hands" today but then saw this song, "Daddy, You're My Hero", and thought this was more fitting. Just as carefully as our Dad dipped the eggs into the various colored cups, he raised us to respect others and ourselves. He taught us to appreciate all we have without expecting it.
I'm thankful for the amazing Dad we grew up with. His example made it easy to understand how God, our heavenly Father could love me. God provided an example of a father's love from the moment He created me in my mother's womb. In less than a week, others will know just how amazing my parents are, especially our Dad.