My sweetie and I were up at the Bear Lake golf course last summer. I was watching him hit a bucket of balls. He is very fun to watch! As we walked back on the path to the car, I noticed that the people who take care of the golf course used white spray paint to mark the bumps in the road, or path, where the tree roots where pushing up the path in different spots.

I said to my darlin’, “If only the bumps in the road of life were marked so well, we could avoid them!”

I came to a bump in my road today. I found out that my daddy’s heart is very sick. I honestly don’t believe that knowing that this bump was coming would make it any easier, and I know that I don’t have the choice to avoid it. Maybe it’s okay if we don’t see the bumps coming, because we would never choose to go over the big bumps. We would just avoid all of them. Having challenges in this life, and going through hard things, is part of why we are here. My daddy has been blessed to live for 80 years, and we have been blessed by his presence. I will have faith that he will get to stay and bless our lives for years to come, but I will also choose to be grateful for all the time I’ve had with him. I know things will turn out the way they are supposed to.

I sure love this Daddy of mine!!!