My fantastic father

For some reason, Facebook isn't in as much of a frenzy today as on Mother's Day, and I really don't know why. But it's Father's Day, and to be fair, dads should be delighted in just as much as moms.So that's my intention, but not just on social media.In the way that most people describe their fathers, my dad is very laid-back. We can be asking him what he wants to eat for dinner, what he prefers to drink with his meal, or where he wants to go out to eat--he doesn't really care. Part of that might be due to the fact that he's not a picky eater. The only thing he refuses to eat is yogurt.I could almost attest to the fact that I've never seen him try yogurt to say that he doesn't like it--something he has always said to his four kids--but he ended up doing so when he found himself feeding breakfast to the youngest of his four grandchildren. And after that incident, I know he's still not fond of it.Some of the things I remember about my father growing up are just as spectacular like my mom. He always worked during the day, waking up super early to get to work. And since he worked, he wasn't able to make it to the daytime school events all the time. But for things that were held in the afternoons or evenings, he was there. He even helped with a few of them, as he was the one responsible for the backdrops for our elementary school plays. He's always been an exceptional artist (a trait I unfortunately didn't pick up)--whether he drew for school, as a gift for his kids, or now as an expression of love for his grandkids.My dad's background has always been intriguing to me. His large family--which included ten brothers and two sisters--traveled as migrant workers; he was about six years old when he began working, and to be honest, he hasn't stopped ever since. And because they travelled, he said he didn't want his children to know what that was go around from place to place. He even proved that point once. In his youth, my dad had to quit going to school as a sophomore to work and help the family. While that is typically heard about some sons, up to that point he had been a straight-A student. He was--and still is--a very intelligent man who was poised to probably continue that achievement through the rest of his schooling.So because of that, he always wanted to know if he could have done well in college so he went to TSTC. I was at the end of middle school and at the start of high school when he attended, and I remember typing up and proofreading his stories. While I know that God gave me a talent to write, the trait came from my father, who knew how to express himself through words.Dad did wonderful in school and could have gone to the big cities to use his degree. But, he didn't want to uproot his family so after he graduated, we stayed and he got another job.He's always had a desire to learn, which is probably why he always reads. It could be the instructions to a new household item, a map to really understand where he is going, or a book on history--he always read. His desire to learn is also seen by what he watches, too. Thanks to him, our Netflix feed is full of history documentaries and shows on world religions.But, without fail, my father will wake up every morning, grab a cup of coffee and read the Bible. He'll just open it up and start reading, and later on the two of us might have a discussion on what he read. Or, after a Sunday service, we'll talk about the sermon and various passages. I might tease him for talking forever or for not giving me the straight answer I wanted, but I'm thankful to have a dad who has knowledge of the Word.And I think his knowledge of the Word leads him to apply it. He's a faithful (and very friendly) member of our church where he serves as a deacon and leads the missions committee. I've never seen anyone else with a passion for spreading the Gospel that rivals my father, and it's one of the reasons I take pride in him.I don't know if I would ever call myself "Daddy's Little Girl" (even if I am the baby of the family), but I look up to him and marvel at the way that God has worked in his life. I do know that--if the good Lord allows me to marry--it will be a joyous moment when we walk down the aisle and he gives me away.And in that moment, I hope I remember that he'll always love me, and I pray Dad realizes that during my past, right now in the present, and for whatever the future may hold...I'll always love him, too.Belinda Serrano is a staff writer at the Sweetwater Reporter. Comments about this column may be e-mailed to