My dad is pretty cool. As long as I have been living independently, he has sent me postcards. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple. In reality, this began as soon as I started going off to summer camps, but became regular as I moved away from home.
I came home from work for lunch today with this in the mailbox- a postcard from my dad's trip to Greece (many years ago- he picks up postcards wherever he goes and sends them later, sometimes much later). He said this:
I wonder if it looked much different when Paul preached to the Athenians on Mars Hill? He stood beneath the Acropolis, 600 years after the Parthenon was built, during the Golden Age of Greece (about the same time Lehi left Jerusalem, to put things in perspective). I love ruins- they speak to me. :)
My dad is the smartest human being I know, and I really, really love that he shares tidbits of his wealth of knowledge in all of his postcards. I don't throw them away. Ever. I have a box full of them, and they are my most valuable treasures.
3 comments:
I love that he sends them way later than when he visited the place!
Yup... Sometimes I get some VERY vintage postcards... He literally buys them wherever he goes, and then sends them later down the road, with a different topic with each. I always learn something new.
Dad IS amazing - We are ALL lucky to have him in our lives.........xoxoxMom
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