Daddy’s Girl

Sunday June 19 2011 9:25 pm | Comments (2) Tags: , , , ,

Today is Father’s Day. I really miss my dad.

I wish I had a photo of me and my dad to post here.

It is rather ironic. He was a professional photographer and was usually behind the camera and not the subject of it’s lens. So we have very few photos.

My dad had seven daughters and three sons.

And each of his daughters felt like they were Daddy’s girl.

I know I was his favorite (but don’t tell any of my siblings).

He not only remembered our birth names, but he gave each of us special nicknames too!

I had three different nicknames: “Poodles”, “A in Arithmetic” and “Little Red Fire Engine”.

Each one had their own special meaning between me and my dad. Precious!

Although I miss dad, now I get to celebrate Father’s Day with my husband and two sons and my daughter-in-law.

I captured the memory on film today when we took Steve to South Lake Union for an early breakfast.

Breakfast at Portage Bay Cafe Father's Day 2011

After breakfast Steve and Gabe joined our friend Joe Sladich and his son Will in the Diamond Club (SCORE!) at the Mariner Game. Thanks Joe!

We also attended the Mariner game Friday night so I bowed out of today’s game in lieu of some time to edit Gabe’s book and to organize my emails. After sifting through so many emails I was wishing I’d joined them at the game!

Since we ate close to downtown, I took the bus home and sent the boys on their way to the stadium.

I had Gabe’s Canine Companion dog Ruth with me because he wanted to give her a break from another Mariner game too. Poor thing.

Our bus driver drove way too fast and slammed on his breaks at each stop.

So Ruth never had a chance to relax.

I didn’t relax all that much either.

The guy behind me was having a fantastic conversation with himself. It wasn’t a one sided phone call. It was the same guy passing info back and forth to himself. Scary!

Let’s just say it was truly an interesting adventure.

I hope your day was enjoyable and that you spent it talking with someone you love….and not talking to yourself.

God Bless Your Heart,

Gigi

Thanks Dad

Saturday November 27 2010 9:33 pm | Comments (0) Tags: , , ,

For the LORD your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality nor takes a bribe. He administers justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the stranger, giving him food and clothing. Therefore love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. Deuteronomy 10:17-19


I woke up today thinking about my dad. So I thought I’d deviate from my God Calling journal and write my blog in tribute to him.

 

Today, November 27, 2010 marks the forty-fifth anniversary of the day my dad, Robert Edward Devine, went home to be with Jesus after battling cancer three different times.

He was only forty-eight years old and left my mom with ten children he adored.

Although I grew up without a dad, I knew the Father’s love because of the love and faith my dad instilled in me. Even at age seven I understood his unconditional love for his children.

This legacy of faith and love lives on to eternity in the lives of me and my children and hopefully my future grandchildren.

God took care of our family with the love of friends and family who stepped in when we needed it. Growing up in a community like Anaconda, MT helped us feel the love of God through the people of God.

One of my favorite bands is Mercy Me. The lead singer, Bart, wrote a song after his dad died titled “Finally Home. This song says exactly what I’d like to say about my dad.

So I share the words to the song along with this YouTube video with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ng3hXrhaGRU&feature=related

Finally Home by Mercy Me – Buy it today

http://www.itunes.com/

I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck and tell him that I missed him.

And tell him all about the woman that I became and hope that it pleased him.

So much I want to say and so much I wanted you to know.

When I finally make it home.

When I gaze upon the thrown of the King frozen in my steps

And all the questions that I swore I would ask, words just won’t come yet.

So amazed at what I’ve seen, so much more than this old mind can hold.

When I finally make it home.

And the sweetest sound these ears have yet to hear is the voices of the angels.

When I finally make it home.

Dad. When I finally make it home. I’ll be glad to see you.

I love you and miss you,

Your eighth child…
Gigi