Long, long ago, a girl met a boy and they fell in love. They married, and had beautiful children and lived happily ever after. But that wasn’t the end. You see, all because two people fell in love… Two more could fall in love, and two more, and on and on… Until finally one day a boy named Duane met a girl named Carol, and they fell in love. And that, folks, is where this story gets interesting. Because they got married, and one day they had a baby girl. Suddenly Duane was a Daddy. But not just any ole Daddy.
He was MY Daddy.
I have so many happy memories with my Daddy. Washing cars, planting flowers, riding tandem on a two-seater bicycle, and watching lots of football games. I remember vacations we took and evenings to visit him at work and take picnic dinners. I remember “princess rides” to bed at night and pancake breakfasts made special for me. But most of all, I remember that he was there. Every band concert. Every school program. Every everything. He supported me EVERY. SINGLE. STEP. He was there.
I remember him telling me that I didn’t have to find a ton of good guys to marry- I only needed one. And that somewhere out there was the right man that God had for me. A man who would love me and take care of me and be a good Daddy to our children. I remember lots of times when I knew he was right, and lots of times when I questioned his wisdom in that matter. Would I really ever find a man as wonderful as my own Daddy? Surely not.
But you see, before that boy, Duane, fell in love with that girl, Carol, another boy and girl had met and fallen in love. Ray and Sherry had met, fallen in love, and married. And Ray had become a Daddy ten years before I came along. But he wasn’t just any Daddy.
He was Cody’s Daddy.
I’ve heard fond memories of working on old cars, mowing lawns, fishing, and camping. I’ve heard stories about Boy Scout adventures and canoe trips. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about that Daddy. And I know they are true because I see the example he set lived out.
Because one day I fell in love with Ray’s boy, Cody. We got married, and after a while of trying and trying to have a baby, we had our beautiful little girl. We lost two very young angels to miscarriages, and then we had our handsome little boy. And Cody isn’t just any boy any more.
He’s my babies’ Daddy. He’s my husband. He’s my rock. He’s my world.
He is absolutely an amazing Daddy. And I’m going to make sure that our kids ALWAYS know what a wonderful man they are blessed with as their father.
He’s there at work, working hard to support us. He’s home as soon as possible for games of hide and seek, trains, marble run building, and lots and lots of book reading. He’s here for little mini dance performances and for new words. He’s here to play “vrroom vrroom” cars, and help with baths. He puts forth huge effort to keep our kids happy and functional and well cared for.
He doesn’t hesitate to let me get breaks away from the house, and encourages my extroverted side despite being an introvert himself. He never complains about being with his kids. He loves our babies with everything in him, and absolutely cares about every aspect of their lives.
I love each of these three Daddy’s so much, and each in different ways. I am SO BLESSED to have such a wonderful Daddy, Father-in-Law, and Husband. And my kids are SO BLESSED to have such an amazing PawPaw, Pappy, and Daddy!! Love to all three of you!!
Happy Father’s Day 2015!