i'll not enter into a dialog that tries to qualify him as a good dad or one who should have been held accountable for physical abuse. i never suffered at the hand of my father, but then again, i came 17 years after the first kid in our family, and by the time i entered the picture, my dad had adopted a workaholic lifestyle, and i didn't see too much of him. we had our differences, but overall, for me, he had my respect and love.
what i can speak on, however, is the man i married.
he became a father quite by surprise… not that he didn't know about the birds and the bees, but because we weren't quite ready to start a family… but this is what happens when one puts the cart before the horse. our four year courtship ended in a planned elopement, and six weeks before our cruise, i informed the hubs of the child we would have in seven months. he was surprised, but pleased.
since the first moment he held our son, he's been captivated by fatherhood. he was involved in all aspects of child-rearing and even stepped up during many of the fear-factor moments we all dread… like blow out diapers and midnight vomit on his side of the bed…
there are a million things he's taught our kids… too many to list… but one of the best things he's taught our kids is what it looks to be a man of God. how to father with grace and mercy and how to love the Lord our God with all his heart, mind, and soul. he leads by example, is selfless, kind, and gentle-spirited.
i couldn't have dreamed up a better father for our children.
happy father's day, hubster!