What's the point of all this exercise if there isn't ice cream in the summer? I shared on FB about my late father-in-law's habit of a small bowl of ice cream every evening, and lamenting to him that we'd had a dearth of that dessert this summer, and sharing that with my bride, and how she brought me ice cream last night. I think it was a nice memory for both of us.
This morning I was thinking of my best memories of her daddy, and they're more about the kind of man he was. I know he was better as a father-in-law to me than he was as a dad to his sons, especially his oldest ones. He learned, though, and I know he regretted. Maybe that's why he was so gracious toward me, even though I'd hurt his baby girl and our family so deeply, when he saw that I was earnestly working to become healthy. But his understanding of grace and his willingness to apply it are my best memories of him.
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