Wednesday, 19 March 2014

the man I call {my} dad

"That anyone could father a child, but a real man chooses to be a dad." J Sterling

Once upon a time there was a little girl. And all she wanted was a dad. And then the Lord Himself sent one. And he came with so much love in his heart for a little girl with wild hair and an even wilder nature.

That little girl was me.

Although I was too small to remember the day Piet Welgemoed came into my life, it sure marks it as one of the happiest of my life and the start of an incredible special bond between a father and his daughter.

My dad is one of the most remarkable men I know. I cherish many of the valuable lessons he has taught me, but there are two that stands out the most:

* If you don't have something good to say about a person, then keep quiet.
* Never close a door. Leave in a graceful manner.

A year and 3 months ago my mom and dad got baptized together and I was there to share this incredible moment and turning point in their lives with them. Although both of them have had an immense walk with the Lord, the trials and tribulations my dad went through to bring him to that point was just incredible. It was surely one of the best days of my life to watch him go under the water and rise with a look on his face that is so hard to describe...

Apart from his love for the Lord, my mom, my brother, his workshop, his Bisley shooting, his cellphone, his nougat and all things sweet - my dad also loves his dogs. All of them equally. But there is a little strange one among them that I am convinced, he loves more :p. He takes such good care of them and carries our ancient Jack Russel, Milo, around in her crate-bed. And it is something so beautiful to see!

My dad is not all marshmallow heart - he also has a side that gives me and my mom fifty shades of grey hair... and that is his terrible driving. And I do have to admit that I take after him in that regard... the minute I get into my car - I haul out my cellphone for a good 'ol BBM session with whomever is willing to respond on the other side.

He is the kind of man that makes us roar with laughter when he falls asleep during conversation. When he wakes he will continue where he drifted off - regardless of the fact that the conversation has since moved on to another topic.

One of the sweetest things he does is to make me and my mom tea on Sunday mornings, when I visit them at home. At the crack of dawn. He pours condensed milk in... and adds 2 heaped teaspoons of sugar for me - although I haven't been taking sugar in my tea for the past 3 years...

And probably one of my favorite things about my dad is the fact that he likes my Engelsman! Of all the guys I brought home - die Engelsman is the only one he actually likes. Seriously. And he made no secret in the past about his feelings towards the other ones. And when a girl's first love and her true love like each other... it's a happy time for any girl!

Dad, I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me in my life. For standing by me and being hard on me at times to make me strong. For saving me from drowning when I was a little girl. For calling me your daughter. And loving me. 

What an honor and privilege to be YOUR daughter.
I love you.

Kieries xxx

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