Looking back on my childhood in what I remember most about my Dad is that he seemed to always take me with him. Whether it was up in the big valley field to check cows, to my uncle's shop to weld, up in the field swathing, baling, to rodeos, picking up the mail, fixing fence, going to town to pick up parts...whatever it was he was doing he'd always come get me to go with him. I'm sure I slowed him down, but yet he NEVER made me feel like I did. Somehow he made me feel like I was being a big help, even if I was wondering off catching grasshoppers.
He didn't have to take me, but he did, and that's one of the things that makes him the best Dad I could ever dream of having. He loved me enough to make me a part of his world and feel wanted.
You know how they say "girls tend to marry their fathers"?
Well let's just say it's a good thing I'm pretty fond of my Dad...
And how could I not talk about my own darling of a husband when it comes to Father's Day. Could not have picked a better Daddy for our kids. I definelty lucked out!! He's soooo loving to them and so involved in everything that has to do with them. He never shies aways from taking them with him, even our two year old
(who is a flight risk) into town solo. He's one of the biggest reasons I'm so comfortable and happy being a Mommy, because I've got him as a co-worker.
And... can I just say that there is nothing more attractive than seeing your husband fulfill his Daddy role so perfectly?
Dang he's hot.
Heaven's slice is Fathers.