I realize I'm a little late on this topic but I want to share a short little something-something about father's day.
Growing up father's day was about my father. It was a day to celebrate my favorite person in the whole world. I admit it, I was a daddy's girl. My daddy was always there for me. Even though he traveled for many years and was in D.C., Vancouver, Birmingham and far away from home, he spent his evenings with me on the phone listening to me talk about my life. My father cared. He wanted to know about my first kiss, about my fights with friends, my relationship with teachers, my dreams, my fears, my hopes - he wanted to know everything there was to know about me.
My father had an interesting role in my life. He had to be mother and father. My mother is not the emotional type. She doesn't want to hear about my feelings. She wants a clean room, good grades and a disciplined daughter that listened to her. I wasn't very good at any of those things.
So my father picked up the slack. He played the role of mother as best he could.
Now father's day has a different meaning to me. The word father is attached to my husband's face. The father in my life is my daughter's father. The man that comes home every night excited to be with his family. I watch my daughter run to the door and yell "hi" and jump into my husband's arms. He is a father - a father to my child.
Logan is an amazing father. He loves Sadie. He kisses her. Sings to her. Puts her to bed. Gives her baths. He's there for her. He emotionally connects to her. She adores Logan. The joy it brings me to see my two favorite people connect and love one another is indescribable.
Sometimes when Logan is at work and it's just Sadie and I at home, I tell her how lucky she is I didn't marry one of my other boyfriends. None of them would have been the father that Logan has become. He never loses his temper, he allows Sadie to sleep in bed with us and climb all over him at night, kick him in the face while he sleeps, kisses her when she gets an owie and he loves her. He really loves her. You can see it in every touch, every smile - she has a father most girls wished they had.
And I know who to thank for being such a wonderful example and role model, my own father, a mensch and a shining example of what fatherhood should look like.
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