I loved dancing with my father. I have many memories of Daddy in my life, but this week, I am remembering our dances.  Dad took pride in his ability to feel the rhythm of the music and dance accordingly. He loved to jitterbug, so all of his daughters had to know how to dance it as well. 

I looked forward to the dances he would attend. I would pester him to dance.  He would gently hold me in his arms and lead me through a waltz or a foxtrot. When the music would change, we would twirl around at great speed. He loved to dance and all of us children loved to dance with him. These events could be family weddings, school dances or the local dances which parents would attend.  

While Dad influenced our love of music and dance, he also influenced our love of God as shown in his actions. No matter what the weather was going, we were all up and dressed for church every Sunday. My father said his prayers on his knees by his bed before he left for work. He showed us that God was an important part of his life and consequently, ours. 

A father’s love should always be constructive, instructive and unconditional. My father’s love was. Just as our heavenly Father loves you unconditionally and always. Even if you can’t do the jitterbug. 

Happy Father’s Day to all who assume the role of a loving father. 

Terri