In the spirit of Thanksgiving

This post is different than my usual posts. I am feeling the spirit of Thanksgiving (even if it is still a week away).

  You see, last night, I called my dad to ask him a question, and as soon as he answered the phone ( I was glad it was him), I burst into tears.  To have a friendly voice the day after an awful conversation with my mother, my computer breaking, and everything I have on top of school and my three jobs, was too much.  So the poor guy, who probably can't remember the last time I cried, got to hear it. 

But he was so gracious about it.  He told me that it was okay that my computer didn't work anymore, that he set up a car appointment to get my car fixed next week when I go to visit them, when I didn't think I could handle what life has been throwing me, he was there with encouraging words, and he is the man who always has a silly "joke" to tell me (definitely where I get it). 

In the past, he was always the "fun parent" because as long as we didn't get into trouble, we could do almost anything we wanted to do. 

Now, he is the man that I turn to when my friends/boyfriend are busy with schoolwork or life and don't have time to talk.  When my mom doesn't speak to me for months at a time, he is the one who will pick up the phone and talk. 

And I am so thankful that God gave me a dad who, despite our past, will always be there for me.