These two cardinals are my father’s work. He loves to carve, mostly birds and other expressions of his love for the outdoors.
I’m counting my blessings tonight. On Tuesday, Dad underwent surgery for a gastrointestinal tumor. I haven’t said much about it, mostly because my father is a private person and I respect that, but now that it’s over and he’s expecting a full recovery, I need to express my gratitude.
Like most girls, I grew up thinking of my father as my hero, always there and always strong. This has been a wake-up call for me, a reminder not to take one precious moment for granted. Dream like you’ll live forever, live like you’ll die today.