I love him for sweeping little me in his arms and dancing with me in our living room, singing "Shall We Dance" from The King and I. I love him for never missing one dance competition, music recital, basketball game, softball game, track meet or volleyball game. I love him for pushing me to stick it out when I wanted to quit and for helping me when I wanted to be better.
|nice white washed jeans, dad :)|
I love him for calling me daily, numerous times a day, just to say hi. For his day and a half visits to Florida just to see me (and my family). That he put up with my teenage
I love him for his it-will-all-work-out attitude. Something that comes from fully trusting God is in control. I love his giving heart and his competitive sole- which makes for much more intense and exciting games. I love that I could count down to the second when he would come back and say he was sorry for getting angry. That he is human but he knows his flaws- and attempts to change them.
I love that my husband and dad like each other. That they have mutual respect for each other as fathers. That my dad is just as proud of Charlie as I am.
And if all of that did not convince me I have a great dad, my kids tell me every day they are thankful for Papa. I am thankful for Papa, too. I love you dad, you are my biggest hero.