2.15.2009

My wonderful daddy




Ever since Kindergarten (maybe earlier) my dad has always gotten me flowers for Valentine's day. In elementary school, he would meet me for lunch and bring me flowers. Sometimes, he didn't come to lunch but would sneak in my classroom and put flowers on my desk while I was at lunch. In middle and high school it wasn't very "cool" to have my dad come eat with me, but he still had flowers waiting for me when I came home. Things got really interesting when I went away to college because I still expected flowers even though I was 2 hours away. My freshman year at Auburn, Valentine's Day was on the weekend and I was home to lead a group for Delta Flight (aka Disciple Now). When I got in my car Sunday morning, he had flowers in the front seat. My sophomore year, I was in Auburn for VDay. When I got in my car to go to class, I found the flowers, once again, in my car. My junior year (and this one is my favorite because I have NO clue how this one worked out) I ate at the BBQ House for some AMAZING breakfast every Tuesday at 7am with some girls from church.  Tuesday just happened to be VDay that year. At BBQ House, you order your food and give them your name, then sit down. When they call your name, you walk up to the counter and get your food. When they called my name, I walked up to the counter and found my food sitting next to some roses on the tray :) My senior year at Auburn, I was doing my internship at CMS in Dadeville. He had the local florist deliver some roses to my school with a note on it that said, "How about dinner tonight at 5:30?" Pictures above. He met me in Auburn and took me to Auburn City Limits restaurant where he had made reservations (it's now called something else I think). At our rehearsal dinner, my dad let everyone know that it was now Brent's responsibility to give me flowers on VDay. I made sure he knew that I still expected flowers from him. He's my daddy. Yeah, I'm married now, but I'm still his little girl and that will never change. Last year, he had flowers delivered to my school. This year, around 6pm I still hadn't received any flowers. I called him to ask where they were...yes, very stuck up and ungrateful of me, I know. But he told Brent that he expected a phone call from me wondering where the flowers were. He played it off like he didn't know he was still supposed to send flowers and forgot that he did last year. I believed him, even though I know better. I was at Freedom Weekend (aka another Disciple Now) for VDay this year. On Saturday night, we went to the church for a concert/worship by David Freeman and his band. After they sang 2-3 songs, one of the guitarist went to the back of the stage and grabbed a vase of red roses. He said that he didn't know who they were for but read the note that said, "Ha, did you really think I would forget?" And then asked for whoever they belonged to to come up to the stage and claim them. I was almost in tears, but I pulled myself together and took the vase and called my dad to applogize for being a brat and thanked him for the flowers. I have no clue how he got them here. I don't know the logistics of any time he has surprised me with flowers and I'm not really allowed to know. It's all a mystery to me. But I do know that he wrote the note on the flowers this year, so he had to bring them here somehow. It really humbled me. It made me realize how blessed I am to have an earthly father that loves me "as big as the world" like we always used to say when I was a child. There are plenty of girls in this world that either don't know their daddy or don't have a daddy that shows Christ's love to them each and every day of their lives. Why did God choose to put me in a family where I have a loving father and mother? Who am I to deserve this love? I don't deserve it. But I am beyond grateful for the blessing He has given me of such a wonderful father. And I can only imagine, if my earthly father loves me this much, just think how much greater my Heavenly Father loves me. It leaves me speechless.  

2 comments:

Rosie said...

Brittany, you not only have a wonderful father, I have a wonderful son, who also had a wonderful father. It runs in the family! Isn't it great to be loved!! G. Rosie

Hillary said...

That is so sweet! I loved this story. Thanks for sharing that with us. :)

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