Father’s Day is long gone, but I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to recognize how amazing the fathers in my life are.
I am so blessed to have grown up with a great father; a man who made life fun, taught me right from wrong, gave me a strong work ethic, dished out just enough sarcasm to not be too mean, but just a little sassy. My dad always told me I was beautiful and important, even when I didn’t believe it. I don’t take it for granted. I am thankful.
When I married Andy I hardly knew his parents, but I knew him. A person with great character, love, and kindness doesn’t just fall out of the sky. All of those characteristics were modeled to him throughout his whole life. My father-in-law is generous, thoughtful, compassionate and one smart guy. He would do anything for his family, including taking on the task of babysitting all four of our children, even on his own. Impressive or just plain crazy. You decide.
I am most thankful for a hard-working, funny, and helpful dad to our kids. Andy shows our kids how to figure things out, fix things, help other people, show love and grace to others. He is committed to serving Jesus and his family before everything else and that shows clearly. I’m confident that our boys will one day make great husbands and fathers themselves because of his leading.
I feel a little spoiled in this subject of fathers. I don’t know what a crummy one looks like in my life. These guys aren’t perfect, but they learn from their mistakes and move on. They make forts, teach others, sacrifice, help with cooking and cleaning, give advice, play with kids, answer questions…on and on.
Dad, Charles, Andy, thank you.
