"That's my Dad"
I've always been quick to (proudly) say: "that's my dad"
today my dad was surprised by the president of Grand Rapids Theological Seminary showing up at his church to award him "Distinguished Alumni of The Year."
I'm so proud of him (Not just for this)
I wish I could be there watching it in the second service right now, but Isaac has RSV (no hospitalization), and Andrea's on her work shift.
In addition to his earned doctorate at GRTS my dad also holds an honorary doctorate from Cedarville University.
Eclipsing both of these honors, Isaac and Will think very highly of "Bompa".
Last night, (Saturday night--when most preachers are working up a sweat over their sermon) my dad was here putting Will to bed while Andrea and I took Isaac to the medicenter.
Later that evening I was rocking Isaac to sleep on the couch. As my dad was leaving he called out, "I love you" --just as I was whispering the same thing in Isaac's ear.
The irony of that moment was great, so I enjoyed it for a moment. Then...
...I leaned close to Isaac and told him, "That's *my* dad."