the blessing

he won't leave the house until he's done it.

he won't hug us goodbye or kiss us on the head without doing this too.

every work morning, he's faithful. his purpose is one and the same.

he gives, his blessing.

it starts with laying his work worn, grease stained hand on the shoulder of his own blood and flesh, his child(ren). and continues with words. not fancy, or strung together in a fashionable way. but his words flow. they come easily to him. they're beautiful and majestic in their own simple way.

he calls for us throughout the house. he finds us, sometimes having to climb up the stairs to get to us wherever we may be. he talks to us for a while, asking what our plans for the day may be.

and then he easily continues right on in to the blessing, almost unseemingly.

he takes recent things that he knows have been happening in my life and includes them in the blessing. as he pats me on the back, he thanks me {in a way} for the things i've done around the house.

he encourages me in my writing, reading my daily Bible, card sending, and daily Bible note taking.

i don't really remember when he first started. but his blessing keeps on blessing. throughout the day, everyday. he seems to know just what to say because he knows what's in my life. during the blessing, he's not afraid to rebuke and admonish a behavior or action. he may weave in advice after the blessing which may sometimes turn into an open, in depth, heart-to-heart conversation.

he's easy to talk to. he listens. he wants to hear what you think. and then he gives his thoughts. in the most kind, loving way to give them.

after the blessing, he pats you on the back again. gives you a hug. and ends it with those three words. always. i love you.

then he picks up his cap {if it's raining outside} and his socks. he walks out the back door to his mud covered boots. he's the hardest working man i've ever seen. but he doesn't leave without first giving... the blessing.