There's a lot of amazing dad's out there, because well, there just is.
But I'm a bit partial to a few that I know personally.
My dad. Um, yes he's amazing. He never put me down, always built up, encouraged, complimented. I don't remember him ever having a harsh word to say to me. Ever. We'd stay up late working on dirt bikes and talking about "stuff". He always had time for stuff. He loved that his girls wore dresses, but I think he loved it more when we could build fences and ride dirt bikes. I'm quite sure of it. He is a wealth of wisdom and information and he's bound to use a word you've likely never heard of - these are his $3 words - and yes, they're in the dictionary. And yes, he always wins at Scrabble.
He'd let me drive his brand new F350. Because he trusted me. He's a chicken whisperer, tractor driver, country hick, preacher man (finally), who has good taste in beer, better taste in books and sometimes odd taste in music.
He cultivated a desire for knowledge, a motivation for work, a love of theology, a sense of duty/right and wrong, a heart for the gospel. He still challenges me here. He loves my husband, he loves my children. I love him, he's a favorite.
My father-in-law. Now I don't know him, not nearly as much as I'd like to. But I get to see him reflected everyday. I'm blessed by an amazing hubs because of the work and faithfulness that was put forth by my father-in-law. I've heard plenty of report on the upbringing and it's not short of praise. He is respected, admired and loved. It's not easy to work long hours and still find time to cultivate relationships with 5 children, but he not only managed it, he excelled. Making time to play foot ball, wrestle, read and sing with his children. Thank you, these are fond memories and habits that are being passed down.
I'm so very grateful for him. He's are amazing. He hasn't stopped teaching his children by example. He's loved, he's a favorite.
The best part...My hubs. There are no better men out there, I'm quite convinced of it. He's amazing. He challenges me, he encourages me. He has more patience with me than I do - ya, wrap your head around that one. He's only gotten better. He's only gotten hunkier (I thought you'd appreciate my terminology Gma!). He has a terrible lack of memory, unless it comes to me or the kids. I've never seen his temper (assuming he has one) rise. He is an excess where I lack.
He cannot keep surprises, he wants to share the excitement. He absolutely can't sing on key, but maybe he does it just to make me laugh. He has a heart for people and makes friends wherever he goes, this fascinates me. He really can fix anything, just ask Georgi. He has a tattoo, just for me. He loves being a father and being married, I know this not because he tells me, but because he shows me.
He loves his kids. He wants to know them, he wants to spend time with them. He's never asked for "me" time. He doesn't want it, he loves us more than himself. It shows.
He is humility, he is manly, he is mine, he is loved, and he's my favorite.
