Monday, January 30th, 2012
Every Christmas and birthday, I could always count on Dad giving the best gift. I probably thought his surprises were the best because they were usually alive. I remember being ecstatic about the snakes, turtles, a rat, kittens, and ponies of various sizes he brought home. One of the most memorable of these gifts came Christmas 2007. After all the gifts had been opened, Dad brought out one more large box. Inside were two messenger pigeons. Though we eventually decided that sending messages via pigeons was not going to be a very profitable endeavor, I still treasure the memories of working together with Dad learning to care for them.
This Christmas, Dad decided to carry on the "living gifts" tradition with my nieces and nephews. This time, he found a more profitable fowl than a pigeon.
I’m grateful for the "good gifts"—the valuable lessons and principles—Dad has given me, and I’m excited to see the surprises he has for the next generation!