Happy Father’s Day
You know, in our daily lives, it’s a lot easier to complain and talk about the things that are bothering us … the things that are plucking our last nerve … and a lot of times those complaints involve our husbands.
But I’d like to take a minute to say how very blessed I am to have found my husband. He is my rock. He is my protector. He, literally, would die for me. And as if that is not enough, he has opened his heart to my children and thinks of them as his very own. There is no “STEP” where he is concerned and nothing makes him angrier than when people refer to my kids as his stepchildren. Nothing makes him angrier than when someone suggests that he should not love my children as much as he loves his own.
He’s working. Working non-stop. He’s trying to help his own daughters financially while they are in college and it’s taking all he’s got. I can only hope that one day they understand what it took for him to do what he does for them. But that’s him - he does what it takes - always. For his children or for mine - he does what it takes.
Last summer, my son decided it was time to move back home from California. My husband - without hesitation - said he’d be on the next flight to get our son home. He flew to California, loaded the few belongings my son brought back with him and his dog into a Ford Focus and drove across country. He made it from ocean to ocean in two days. How do you thank a man for something like this?
He is a wonderful father and we’re all blessed to have him in our lives.
