Tonight I took Rhett down to the house because I want him to start getting used to our new home. As we walked around the house I started singing... And I don't know about y'all, but when I'm in a house by myself I sing loud! As I marveled at the excellent acoustics and laughed at wondering what they (grandparents and great grandparents) would thinking of my using their house as my own karaoke bar, I sat and looked at the progress, the changes that have been made that I adore (the wood walls are my favorite), and I began singing the song daddy wrote called "When Time is No More..."
" ... When time is no more, in Heaven we'll be. We'll sing and rejoice, at our Savior's feet. I'll never be late or worried again, when time is no more in a land, in a land without sin."
As I think of that now, hours later, maybe that was daddy telling me not to worry about it... They are focused in praising and rejoicing at the Savior's feet, not whether or not they like my choice of pinwheel tile in the bathroom.
I guess that was his message to me - not to worry about their approval and make it my own (I love when realizations come as I write a blog)... Doesn't make me miss him and those opinions any less, but I'll take it.
Lesson learned daddy/Daddy. Thanks.