- He put up with me during the teenage years: We might as well just start with a big one. Go big or go home right? It wasn’t a pleasant few years to be around a daughter who was a hormonal mess. Add to that a wife who was equally hormonal and going through “the change” (sorry mom, you’re going down with me) and I am surprised he has the little bit of hair left he does (guess I will bring you down too dad)
- He has been with my mom since 8th grade and they are still going strong: Apart from a brief time when he dumped her in high school (which my mom still gets a bit riled up about), my parents have been together forever. And although I know their marriage isn’t perfect they are an example to me of why you should stick it out and weather marital storms. They are still best friends, very in love and an example to me of what marriage is all about.
- He keeps us laughing: I don’t even know how to begin to explain some of the things that my dad says. He needs his own blog. Plus some of them are not fit for your ears. If you wonder where I get my slightly off color sense of humor from, it would be him. And I love that.
- He is insanely generous: He and my mom always taught me that we were blessed to be a blessing. And he lives that daily. If someone needs help, he will find a way to help them. Including his daughter who he has bailed out of a few questionable financial predicaments. Honestly, I don’t know of many people who are more generous than he is.
- He keeps our house looking presentable: We joke that he is our lawn guy because lets face it, we can’t seem to figure out even the basics of lawn care. We would be living in the house with the brown lawn covered with dandelions if he didn’t come around and water and mow and seed and weed and whatever else we are supposed to be doing but aren’t.
- He gets along with everyone: My dad once came to visit me when I lived in Chicago and ventured out by himself to a neighborhood bar to watch a game. When he came home a few hours later he told me story after story of the people he had met. I swear he left being friends with everyone in that place. Which is pretty much what happens everywhere goes. I would be very suspicious of someone who didn’t like my dad ;)
- He supports my talents: My dad is a sports guy. Football, basketball, baseball, track. He played all of those in high school and watches most of them all year round. And he was blessed with a very athletic son. And a very, very, very wonderful daughter with a large aversion to sweating and physical exertion of any kind. But the man never missed a piano recital, show choir performance or song in church. And he has been known to HIGHLY exaggerate my talents by bragging to anyone who will listen.
- He has completely embraced my hubby: Did you notice what was missing from that list of sports up there? Hockey. We come from Iowa and it isn’t exactly hockey country. But he has gone to games, watched it on TV so he can discuss it and tried to learn the sport. All for my hubby. He has fully invested in my hubby like one of his own kids and that makes my heart happy.
- He adores his grandkids: The man lives and breathes his grandkids. So much so that he sold his company, moved from the only state he had ever lived and moved to a town where he knew no one besides us and my in-laws. He claims he moved to be closer to the grandkids AND me, but we all know that isn’t true. And I more than happy to take a WAY back seat to them because they adore him right back.
- He is my hero: Truly and honestly. He didn’t have a great dad himself, but he is the best dad around. I am so crazy blessed to have him as my dad and I don’t tell him enough. Because I also inherited his aversion to touchy feely displays of emotion. So this post will suffice and HOPEFULLY make up for the fact that he didn’t get an “official” card on Father’s Day.
I love you daddy. Happy, happy birthday!!!
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