This year Father’s Day has been a little hard. My oldest daughter and I have agreed that we will be glad when we’re past it.
That being said I don’t want to ignore Father’s Day so I’ve decided to use it as a time to celebrate the wonderful father that my husband was.
From the moment we knew each time that we were having another baby my husband was totally in love with this new life. And once they were born he demonstrated his love in so many ways.
One of his (and the children’s) favourite ways was through reading to them. So I’ve pulled some pictures that show him reading to our children.
Here he is with our oldest daughter enjoying a book and a laugh. They’re probably laughing at our then current baby who is now 18!
The first camping trip we went on as a family. Of course, we had to bring a book or two even if it meant extra weight in the canoe.
This book was an enduring favourite with all the children. We wore out many copies of it. It’s one of those books for helping your child to increase his vocabulary. Well, my husband never read the little story rhyme that was on each page. Instead he made up stories according the picture, and with each child the story for each picture became more elaborate and dramatic. There was so much laughing from Hugo, the child being read to, and everyone listening whenever he would “read” this book.
Another picture of the “same” book. Same worn out condition but no doubt a different copy from the one above.
Reading the Bible to a little one so they would learn how important it is.
Another camping trip but the same MO. I think the books we pack are considered just as carefully as what clothes to bring.
Thank you for indulging me in this walk down memory lane. We miss Hugo so much, but we are so thankful for all the good memories God allowed us to make with him.