Happy Father's Day to the men in Our lives

A young woman in our ward told this story in her talk yesterday. I thought it was neat.

When the good Lord was creating fathers He started with a tall frame.
And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If You're going to make children so close to the ground, why have You put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping."
And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child-size, whom would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do You know what You're doing?" Large hands are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused
by baseball bats."
And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day ... yet small enough to cup a child's face in his hands."
And then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders.
And the angel nearby had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked, " Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"
And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle, or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That's not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?"
And God smiled and said. "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to 'ride a horse to Banbury Cross,' or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the Angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"
The angel shuteth up.

I love my dad so much. He has always been an example for me and has always taken the time to teach me about the gospel and about important things in life. He instilled in me a love for nature, for music, and for chocolate! I find myself becoming more and more like him almost every day and I'm okay with that because he is a wonderful man and father.

I love my husband, who can now celebrate Father's Day as a father. He is so cute with Lydia, especially now that she is getting a little bit bigger. The past week or two he has really grown so much I have noticed. He loves his little girl so much and he is working so hard to be the father and Daddy that he wants to be for her. I love him so much and am so grateful for him in my life.

Chris and Lydia ready for church.

Lydia and I took Chris dinner since he had to work. I asked him which he'd rather have, chicken, pork, or beef. He said, "All three." I didn't have time to do pork, but I cooked him some steak and some chicken. I think he liked it.

He got to see her awake for a little bit when he walked out for his break, but this is how she spent our little picnic.