I am blessed. I grew up with a father that was at every dance recital, every school concert, spent time teaching me how to change and rotate the tires on my own car, made pancakes almost every Saturday morning, and encouraged me in almost everything I did/do. He is calm, funny, caring, stubborn, and adventurous. I am my Dad. We are a lot alike. We can’t sit still, we always have a list of things we want to get done, we like a plan, we like to eat, and we love a good joke. Most importantly, my Dad taught me, just by being, what to look for in a spouse that would eventually be the father of my children. Happy Father’s Day Dad. I love you.
Not every 26-year-old guy is thrust into the depths of parenthood like this:
But you are the most amazing father to our girls. I had no idea that not every dad gets up in the middle of the night multiple times to change diapers, rock and feed babies every three hours. You did it without complaint or me having to ask you to. That in itself is awesome. Our girls adore you and I know that God could not have chosen a better man to raise our girls. You play with them even when you are exhausted from a long day of work, you read books with all the right voices, you are learning how to make the perfect ponytail, and you show them true unconditional love. Almost every woman can attest to falling more in love with their husband when they see them as a father. It is profoundly true. Happy Father’s Day Tommy. All FIVE of “your girls” love you.