Whitney

Last Sunday was my daughter's wedding shower. It seems like just a year or two ago that I was having her tag along with me, teaching her the things that I thought would give her independence. I didn't want her to be helpless when she had a flat tire on her bicycle or on her car later on. She always was a little bit of a tomboy, but I didn't want her to be a stranger to wrenches, screwdrivers, and hammers. I played basketball 2 - 3 times a week, and she went with me starting at an early age. I wanted to give her every advantage when it came to playing a sport that I loved. She learned how to use her skills to her advantage when playing against guys/men who were taller, stronger, and many times, quicker that her. She'll never know how my spirit lit up when I would see her pump-fake a guy and then drive around him for a open shot. I know that, that skill will not benefit her in the years to come, but the confidence that she learned should be an asset for the rest of her life.

 I remember a time when her lawnmower would not start and she called me for advice. Within 15 min. she had successfully removed water from the carburetor and her mower was running.
Don't misunderstand me, my wife and I did not raise a boy, but a beautiful young woman who knows how to jump start a car. 

She had a wonderful time at the wedding shower and was truly blessed with many wonderful gifts. I thank God for Whitney and I pray that God will continue to bless her and her husband Nick.

Marriage is a mutual relationship if both parties know when to be mute.

Much love, Dennis