Dad’s Light

Here are things a father-in-law might do, if he were good and kind and righteous and going beyond the call of duty:

* find a giant man truck with a horse like trailer to borrow for our move

* make three mega all day trips to Owasso to pack and load aforementioned giant man truck trailer

* spend hours late into the night unloading the truck and trailer (ibid.)

* lift and shift and squat and move and bend more weight than I could ever crunch at the gym

* work himself into exhaustion only so that his son’s family could move close enough to bother him daily

* spend hours taking apart bunk beds for children that are not ours, and then spend hours putting them back together again even though the children are leaving next week (we found out today)

* garage freezers. No words.

* ensure his daughter-in-law’s china cabinet handed down from her grandmother’s grandfather made it with all the curved glass intact

* working in the cold long past losing feeling in his hands and feet, and feeling way too much pain everywhere else

* never moving only what we asked, but also moving everything else he could lift (with help or not), and then still working more to fill every single empty space he could find, working the giant man truck trailer like a 3D math puzzle

* being nice the whole time, no matter how hard he had worked or how hungry he got (I am not nice when I am hungry)

* never complaining about us dooming ourselves with so much stuff, even when it is foolishness like Nathan’s headless chickens and my mother’s things and too much stuff for too many kids that are not even ours or more food than even a family of eight could eat in a year.

That’s a lot of love.

It’s the kind of love that only comes from a really good father-in-law.

But this?

A new light bulb screwed into the front porch light when no one is looking, quietly taking care of us when no one is paying attention, keeping us tucked in safely and warmly and cozy-ly?

That’s the kind of love that only comes from a dad.

And it’s a whole lot of love.

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I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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