Friday, February 22, 2013

Facebook is good for something.

I have a number of teenage friends on Facebook, in part because of my husband's job as youth pastor (I love my youth group kids), and in part because I have friends who are now old enough to have teenagers themselves.  (Why, yes, I do feel old.  Thanks.)

I saw this tonight in my newsfeed, posted by the eldest daughter of my friend DocAwk:

Now, the green is her boyfriend.  The purple is me (I prescribed Oreos and hugs last night).  It wasn't until a few minutes ago that I saw the blue comment...her dad.

This, my friends...THIS is a good dad.

I hope Hubby will have this kind of relationship with our girls in another ten years, when they reach this young lady's age.

Doc, I am honored to call you my friend.

1 comment:

  1. My Dad expected the rules to be followed, but he let us know it was for own safety, we only rebelled a little. He was always there, a strict Dad, but still my friend.

    He's still my friend. She is lucky to have a Dad like that, as are your daughters.


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