Sunday, 21 June 2009

Father's Day

I am so grateful that God gave Jeff to me.
Jeff loved Leah so fiercely. He placed a high value on her precious life. From the moment we learned I was pregnant he carefully watched over both of us. When Leah was born, he was so protective of her. He stood guard over her during her short life. She never left his sight. He treated her with the greatest tenderness. I wish I could have seen him give her her bath. I am told the way her gently washed and dressed her was a precious testament to his love.
I will never forget his determination to carry her casket from the hearse to the grave. He didn't have to, but he wanted to. This act of service must have cost him a great deal. Her casket was so small in his arms. After months of watching me carry his daughter alone, he had a chance to do the same. I think in those moments he got a taste of my connection with Leah and my pain. He bore all that willingly. Truthfully, I think he longed for it. I couldn't have asked for a better Dad for my daughter.
I also couldn't ask for a better husband. He has grieved alongside me, he has gone to support group with me, he wakes up in the middle of the night to hold me when I cry, when I'm home he calls me throughout the day even though he is really busy at work, and he doesn't complain when I don't have the energy to cook him dinner.
This is my favorite picture of Jeff and Leah. I think it speaks volumes.

Happy Father's Day, Jeff. You are a great Dad.


Heather said...

Oh Amy, what a beautiful post! I wish more kids had dads like Jeff.

mary said...

I am grateful that Little Leah had a wonderful father and daddy, Jeff.
Happy Father's Day.