The Wonder Of It All!

As I rummaged through the cardboard box of old photographs and papers, the corner of the onion paper peeked out from the back of the box, and I instantly knew the timeframe of the letter. As I pulled it out of the box, I could read that, sure enough, it was dated April 9th, 1977, from Buenos Aires, Argentina. It was a letter I had written to my Dad while serving a mission for my church for two years. I stood there for a moment, and then I began to read.

Dad,

Thought I’d write a quick note to you thanking you for the many things you have done for me. I do love you Dad. I was so blind before and so thankless. My eyes have been opened to a lot of things. One of them is the special Dad I was given. I know my father-in-heaven gave you to me to teach me correct principles. To love me as another father wouldn’t. Thank you for your patience and kindness. Your example of work. Always a hardworker. When you have a father who works hard it can’t help but rub off on you. Thanks for choosing Mom as my Mother. She’s the greatest! Thanks for the times you started mowing the grass when we wouldn’t. Thanks for honoring your Priesthood! Thanks for letting me make my own decisions. Thanks for worrying about me enough to ask what I’d done. Thanks for your support in athletics. Thanks for the times I wreaked the car, and you didn’t get ticked! Thanks for disciplining me when I needed it. Thanks for having the courage to have all my brothers and sisters. Thanks for not giving me everything, but made me work for myself. Thanks for obeying the prophet and getting the house and yard cleaned up. You don’t know how many times I’ve used you as an example of a doer of the word. Thanks for having confidence in me. Thanks for trusting me and respecting me. Thanks for loving Mom and showing it. Thanks for supporting me on my mission. Thanks for being you! Your the greatest Dad! I’m proud of you and always will be. I love you from the bottom of my heart.

love you son,

Scott Kye

As a Nation, we now set aside months to celebrate our diverse heritage, lifestyles, and whatnot. But through the fabric of all our diversity, there is one common numerator and denominator that serve as the glue that holds it all together: that is a Mother and a Father! Last month, we chose just one day to celebrate our Mothers, and this month, one day to celebrate our Fathers. I wonder what that says about our priorities.

This past week I came to a four-way stop eary one morning, in a neighborhood close to mine. I watched a car pull out of the driveway on the opposite corner, and a young man waved his hand out of the window to his wife as he drove off to work. Just then, a yellow school bus came around the bend and put on its flashing yellow lights. I stayed steady at the stop sign and watched as the bus door opened and the young mother helped her child onto the bus. She walked slowly down the side of the bus till she could see her youngster sit down. The bus closed the doors and started to pull out. The mother enthusiastically waved at her child, then as the bus began to pull away, she trotted alongside still waving. Then, to my surprise, she started to blow kisses. A lot of them. I laughed! I thought it was a little ‘over the top.’ Then, she slowly walked up the driveway to her home.

The yellow school bus passed me by, and I let my foot off the brake and continued on to work. But I pondered that scene for quite a while. And captured in that little five minutes of Americana was the answer to most of the problems of the world! Who can deny it? The family! The wonder of it all!

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