Sunday, June 19, 2011

Here's to You Dad

Consider this a Father's Day post, with a twist. My father and his girlfriend came over last night for dinner. I made pulled BBQ beef sandwiches, topped with coleslaw and homemade french fries. While we were finishing up Tristen, being the hyper-being he is, jumped up to catch his toy and instead knocked a burning candle off a piece of furniture. WAX WAS EVERYWHERE!!! It splattered all over our carpet, melted down my antique piece of furniture, dripped down our wall, and all over my sandals and Justin's new pair of shoes. What a mess!

But, oh wait... Here comes Dad to the rescue (MacGyver himself fails in comparison to my Dad's bank of knowledge). Apparently in his Catholic alter boy days he would frequently get candle wax on his church robes and would use an iron, with a piece of cloth in between, to soak up the wax from his robes. Who knew?

Part of the disaster

Putting the hot iron and paper towel method
to the test!

Ta-da! Seriously, this blows my mind.
Apparently Dad knows best!

I'm thankful I have been the recipient of a plethora of his knowledge over the years. My dad has also supported and encouraged me in whatever I am doing. I'm a true believer that women can get a better or worse picture of who God is based on the impact their fathers have had on their lives. I know how much my Heavenly Father loves and cares for me because I first felt that from my earthly father. He has always treated me like a princess and always tells me I am the biggest and best thing he has ever been a part of. I love that even as an adult both of my parents are so quick to take off from work to accompany me to a doctor's appointment. I'll never forget that ways they have both sacrificed for me, and I hope I am able to do the same for my children. Love you Dad, and Happy Father's Day.

1 comment:

  1. I still don't believe that it worked. Lucky for my shoes and your carpet it did.