There was never a doubt when I was growing up that my parents loved each other. Darling, Honey, and Sugar were frequently used when they spoke to each other. They always kissed good morning
Sweet memories come to mind when I think of their love for each other. Daddy served a tour in Vietnam in the early 70's. Momma and us kids wrote letters almost daily to him and he wrote often to us. As the time got closer for him to come home, his letters even had a little picture on the envelope with numbers on it counting down the days.
Many years later, and many more precious memories later, a tear rolled down Daddy's cheek the day we buried Momma. I knew his heart was broken.
For the first time ever in my life, my dad began to tell me about his tours in Korea, Libya, and Vietnam. He shared about the horrors he saw, the fears he had, and the friends he lost...the trials he faced, and the sacrifices given. The tears leaked from both of our eyes at that point. In those moments, I was ever so thankful that the Lord spared my Daddy and I knew I had seen love in every tear Daddy shed.
In 1st John, chapter 3, verse 16, we are told "By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers." The passage goes on in the next chapter, verse 7, to say "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God."
1 John 4:9-11 NLT
You know by now from joining me in my ponderings, that I loved my Daddy very much. That is probably even an understatement!! Daddy was such a great example of pure, selfless love. He gave from his heart...always. Yes, I saw love in my Daddy's actions, but oh my...My Heavenly Father demonstrates it to me...and for you...even more so.
That, my friends, is a love story.