Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day Honey...


Today is Grant's fourth Father's Day. For four years he has been a father, and at the risk of sounding mushy, corny, and twitterpated, I am going to rave about what an amazing dad he is.

I only have my dad to compare fatherhood to, and as much as I love him, even he admits he was a bit of a dud when it came to the parenting aspect of his life. My dad was the stereotypical dad of the 70s, 80s and 90s. He was there, but he wasn't really there. He was a teacher, and a farmer. But we didn't live on the farm, so he was always gone. It was my mom who took us to dance, baseball, volleyball, basketball, piano. My dad was just busy doing work type things.

When I first met Grant, the type of father he would become was not as important to me as how cute he looked in jeans. But, now.... now that he is a father.... I really hit the jackpot. He loves our kids. LOVES them. He loves to spend time with them, take them places, loves to watch Avery dance or play ball. He loves to roughhouse with Cohen, and make him giggle. He has patience. More patience with them than I will ever have. And he misses them when he goes away to work. He probably misses them more than I miss him. He wants our kids to have the things we didn't when we were growing up, but he also wants them to understand that they won't just get something because they want it. I know that he will instill an amazing work ethic in both of our kids, and I am grateful for that. He sacrifices hours of sleep just so he can be with them. He will spend the day with the kids, help get them to bed, and then go and do his farm work until 1 or 2 in the morning.... just so he gets a chance to be with them. That is dedication.
I hope that Avery and Cohen will grow to understand just how much their daddy does for them, how much he cares for them, and how he would do anything to protect them. I am so blessed to have this man in my life, and in the lives of our kids.
I love you Grant.

1 comment:

Kitchen Utensil said...

eewww...pus-y (like the stuff that oozes from a wound)