I wish that I could have a dad like my husband. He is a loving, gentle, and patient father. I hope my kids know how lucky they are to have him. I certainly know how lucky I am to have him.
I remember when I first realized what kind of father he was. We had just started dating, and we were roller blading with his daughter. She was 9 at the time. She fell pretty hard and hurt herself. I can still remember her cry of "Daddy!" He picked her up and carried her to a bench. He was so gentle with her. I remember actually being a little envious, because I had never had that.
Last week we were working outside and I cut myself. It was a long way back to the house and I was bleeding pretty good. My husband offered his tee shirt to help stop the blood on the way to the house. He took my arm and I expected him to put pressure on it. Instead he tenderly cleaned around the area, and then gently put pressure on it.
It's little things like these that make me realize what kind of a man I am married to.
This Father's Day all I can think of to say to him is:
Thank you for my babies.