Peter was a missionary.

Today is Wednesday which means the girls and I were at Community Bible Study, or as we like to call it at our house, "bible school".  Lucy looks forward to Wednesdays.  She loves bible school.  She sings and dances and plays with play doh while Clara and I are in the babes-in-arms classroom with all of the other moms who have babies under a year old.  Today, after bible school the first thing Lucy said to me was "Daddy is going to loooooove this picture I colored for him".  Lucy doesn't color pictures for just anyone, usually only for me :) .  I knew that it must have been a very special picture because she carefully placed the picture next to her on her pillow at naptime.  That, and it was for Daddy.

The picture was colored in all blue marker with stickers all over it and across the top read one little sentence, "Peter was a missionary".  It suddenly dawned on me that today is April 6th, Tony's dad, Pete's, birthday.  For those of you who knew Pete, you would know he was a bit of a missionary in his own right.  I knew him only for a few short years, but was greatly aware of his selfless acts of kindness, attitude, and service for God.

Today, Pete would be 51 years young.  I see him in Tony everyday.  I often see the way Tony and I have influenced each other when it comes to behaviors, outlooks, even sayings (we are almost like one of those gross couples who says the same thing at the same time).  However, I am reminded of Pete whenever I say something totally ridiculous (obviously seldom...) and Tony gives me this look with his burrowed eyebrows and pulls his head back a little bit, tilting it slightly.  I am grateful that my husband was brought up the way he was by who he was.  It's comforting to know that my children will have the same kind of dad that Tony did.