The Pomegranate Diaries

Our hearts are full...
This is my dad and I on my 18th birthday… this was taken at the amazing party he and my mom threw for me. I don’t know if you can see, but my dad painted every single one of those trees on the walls behind us just for me. This is just one tiny example of the things my dad has done for me. He used to pick me up from school every single day, even through high school because I didn’t have a car. He would bring along little drinks or snacks if he knew I was having a bad day, and then we would listen to NPR or talk radio on the way home while he listened to me rant about everything that I hated about school or whatever else, or listen to me cry. And he would give me advice and tell me that things would be so much better when I got to college. Lo and behold, he was right all along. And I always felt so much better by the time we got home a few minutes later. I remember when he told me that we could burn down the Belmont school of music because they didn’t accept me to their program. :) My dad and I communicate almost exclusively in movie and TV lines. The Office and 30 Rock are our favorites. Sometimes people have no idea what we are talking about, but we are laughing hysterically with each other because we know what we found funny. He can tell when something is bothering me before anyone else can. He understands how my completely right brained dominant self processes life. He edits all of my papers, and encourages me in all of my writing. I think he genuinely thinks I could do anything I put my mind to do. He is the most talented and completely humble person I know. He can write brilliantly, teach, communicate effectively (lawlz that one’s for you, dad…), paint, cook, create, and think. He was a pastor for most of my life, and he showed me what it means to be a humble leader who genuinely cares for the spiritual growth of a body of believers. Ask anyone who he has ever pastored: he’s incredible. He’s brilliant. He decided to get his Master’s degree my junior year of high school, so he graduated with me last May with a 4.0 GPA, all the while having a full-time job. Now he is pursuing his dream of being an English professor. He is now getting his Doctorate, while simultaneously working, teaching weekly Sunday school, and teaching a class at a community college (that he had one day to prepare a syllabus for).  I am so proud of my dad. He has shown me what it is to never settle, because I have grown up seeing the beautiful way he treats my mom: not as less than himself, but as an equal who deserves to be cherished and given her own room to follow her own dreams. I think every girl who has problems with dating jerks just needs a really good daddy. He believes in me. When people ask him what I am going to do with my very impractical English Writing degree, whether I am going to be a teacher or a journalist, he always tells them, “She’s a poet. She’s a better writer than I will ever be.” My dad is amazing, to say the least. And tomorrow is his birthday. I don’t think I could every express how thankful I am for him. Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you. Four for you Glen Coco. Four for you. (Well, I guess more like 45. (-:) -Your Usker

This is my dad and I on my 18th birthday… this was taken at the amazing party he and my mom threw for me.

I don’t know if you can see, but my dad painted every single one of those trees on the walls behind us just for me.

This is just one tiny example of the things my dad has done for me.

He used to pick me up from school every single day, even through high school because I didn’t have a car.

He would bring along little drinks or snacks if he knew I was having a bad day, and then we would listen to NPR or talk radio on the way home while he listened to me rant about everything that I hated about school or whatever else, or listen to me cry. And he would give me advice and tell me that things would be so much better when I got to college. Lo and behold, he was right all along. And I always felt so much better by the time we got home a few minutes later.

I remember when he told me that we could burn down the Belmont school of music because they didn’t accept me to their program. :)

My dad and I communicate almost exclusively in movie and TV lines. The Office and 30 Rock are our favorites. Sometimes people have no idea what we are talking about, but we are laughing hysterically with each other because we know what we found funny.

He can tell when something is bothering me before anyone else can. He understands how my completely right brained dominant self processes life.

He edits all of my papers, and encourages me in all of my writing. I think he genuinely thinks I could do anything I put my mind to do.

He is the most talented and completely humble person I know. He can write brilliantly, teach, communicate effectively (lawlz that one’s for you, dad…), paint, cook, create, and think.

He was a pastor for most of my life, and he showed me what it means to be a humble leader who genuinely cares for the spiritual growth of a body of believers. Ask anyone who he has ever pastored: he’s incredible.

He’s brilliant. He decided to get his Master’s degree my junior year of high school, so he graduated with me last May with a 4.0 GPA, all the while having a full-time job. Now he is pursuing his dream of being an English professor. He is now getting his Doctorate, while simultaneously working, teaching weekly Sunday school, and teaching a class at a community college (that he had one day to prepare a syllabus for). 

I am so proud of my dad.

He has shown me what it is to never settle, because I have grown up seeing the beautiful way he treats my mom: not as less than himself, but as an equal who deserves to be cherished and given her own room to follow her own dreams.

I think every girl who has problems with dating jerks just needs a really good daddy.

He believes in me. When people ask him what I am going to do with my very impractical English Writing degree, whether I am going to be a teacher or a journalist, he always tells them,

“She’s a poet. She’s a better writer than I will ever be.”

My dad is amazing, to say the least.

And tomorrow is his birthday.

I don’t think I could every express how thankful I am for him.

Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you.

Four for you Glen Coco. Four for you. (Well, I guess more like 45. (-:)

-Your Usker

  1. oliviamedlin said: - absolutely precious! I don’t even know your dad and I already love him! It really is a great thing to have such a loving, caring, awesome dad! Glad to see you cherish your relationship with him. It’s definitely something that needs to be cherished!
  2. iusedtocallmecobbs said: goodness, your dad is awesome. i didn’t even notice the trees in the background and i nearly cried when i did. he is completely deserving and more of this post-i mean, he did raise you for a daughter after all. i’m blessed to have him in my life too.
  3. mitchduperree said: wow (:
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