I honestly don't know how I got to be so very blessed. Sometimes, the very thought brings tears; other times, I'm so overwhelmed all I can do is look heavenward, smile, and say, "thank you". Even after
, your goodness continues to defy my expectations.
You are, quite simply, a good man.
I've had the distinct pleasure of watching you be a father over the years, and the one thing that consistently blows me away is your devotion. You openly and unabashedly dote on our children. And you don't do it because you
to; rather, you are here and present every single day because you
to be. The time you spend with them is not a forced endeavor, but a mutually enjoyable event.
And yet, here you are, bolstering their self-esteem and ensuring our kids have a safe, secure place to land whenever they need their daddy.
Right now, their needs revolve around Lego-building, Matchbox cars, and Play-Doh. One day, sooner than we think, they'll want your input on more complicated matters like dating, college, and what to do with the rest of their lives.