He flew out on Friday morning and arrived here in Minneapolis at 6 in the morning. I was up at five and slept at three because I was so excited for his coming. It was freezing cold when he got here and as soon he stepped out of the airport he rushed back inside. It was about 28 degrees at the time.
We walked around the sculpture garden...
My Daddy cooked Adobo for me...
I miss my Dad so much already. During Greek class I started to get teary-eyed because I was thinking I'm losing my family again. The teary eyes became a waterfall when I had to walk away from the terminal. It was time for him to get on the plane and I lost it. We were praying and I started crying and then he prayed and then he started crying. When he said in his shaky voice "I love you, son" I was ready to buy a ticket and come home. I turned back as I was walking away and saw him still watching me walk and I started to feel the loneliness again. It was if someone hit the reset button and I had to start all over again in dealing with the loneliness. I sat in the car and cried so hard. I just started praying and thanking God for the grace.
I praise God for my dad! My dad does a great job of displaying the love of God to his children. When I hurt, I know my dad hurts and when I cried, he cried. I can't wait to see him again. This was definitely an unforgettable weekend for me because God revealed to me that he has blessed me so much with a family like mine and a leader of the family who loves me with the love of Christ. I love my Dad.