First MY dad. He's totally awesome. As most know my mom has MS and he has to do a lot of extra work to make sure the house runs smoothly and my mom is taken care of. My dad shows every day that he knows what marriage is really about. He has stuck by my mom's side when most men would... not have. To say the least. Not to say that they have the perfect marriage or that my dad is the perfect parent, but isn't that what life's about? Dealing with what you've been given, making the most of it, and at the end of the day knowing that what you did may not have been easy, or perfect, but it was what was right. That's my dad... Ethical to a fault, very selfless, extremely patient, generous (even when he grumbles about it) and he sure loves his daughters.
I love you daddy, Happy Father's day!
My second shout out is to the love of my life, my best friend, the funniest, silliest, smartest, smelliest guy I've ever known... Tor. He's not my dad, but he's my baby daddy, or Daddoo as Lars likes to call him, and he deserves some major accolades for all he does. Not only does he work REALLY hard at his job, really hard at being a dad, and really hard at being a husband, he does it without complaining. I'm not joking. Maybe it's because I'm too busy complaining for the both of us, but he goes to work, enjoys it, comes home and helps with the baby, listens to me complain about how much work the baby is, helps with dinner, listens to me complain about how hard making dinner is, and then helps clean up. He is patient, kind, brilliant, humble, easy going, generous of his time, and he would do anything for a friend, neighbor, or family member. He loves Lars and I, and shows us every day.
Now, so this doesn't get too mushy, he does have his flaws: he leaves his socks by the bed, he leaves beer bottle caps on the counter, he is lactose intolerant and still eats way too much dairy, he digs stuff out of the trash and brings it home, he won't let me throw away leftover anything, he is so ticklish I can't get near any part of his body without him convulsing, he says "like" way too much, he likes to correct my grammar, he interrupts my stories with a billion questions, he flails his arms violently when he talks, he can sleep thru the baby screaming bloody murder, and he has webbed toes.
However, I want my son to be just like him.
I love you Daddoo!
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2 comments:
So sweet! :)
I have to say, men are completely attractive when they are so fabulous. It makes me wonder why I ever had a thing for losers--AKA, "bad boys". It was probably the same fad that I went through when I got all my body piercings--juuuust something that would bring attention to some sort of wild whim I had, and would eventually leave a little scar that I'd be kinda insecure about. I'm so happy for you and Tor...in all honesty, I see so many people that are wrong together, that it's such a great feeling when I hear about couples that are blissfully happy. It seems like a really rare instance.
Also, your dad IS great. He was severely outnumbered with all the estrogen in your house--but you could always tell that even when he'd take a deep breath through his nose when he was mad, he was so patient, and he did love your mom, you, and your sister.
I know I'm late on this but what a sweet, thoughtful post!
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