I am extremely blessed. I was given a wonderful dad, and then later a step-dad. Both men are kind, generous, and wonderful people. Both have taught me many lessons that have helped form me into the adult that I am. My dad has taught me how to dream and work hard. He shares my camera obsession and we both like to write. G has taught me it’s never too late for anything, and you are never too old to get an egg from the Easter Bunny. As much as I love those men, this post is not about them. Sorry!
Instead, I need to write about the man I chose. The one who chose me. The one who is the Dad to my kids. Maybe I am feeling sentimental, the night before Father’s Day, or maybe this year I have learned that time is precious and so is a great dad. My husband is more than a great dad, he is absolutely amazing. To me, he is more of a hero than a dad wearing a cape in the grocery store. He isn’t a great dad for a staged photo, but one everyday.
He is strong. I have whined over a paper cut more than this man whines about Cancer. He has been through Hell, and doesn’t say a word in complaint. He still looks for ways to make my life better, despite how he feels.
He makes us laugh. Whether he is dancing to Sheryl Crowe in a pretend dog show, or cracking jokes at the dinner table, he finds a way to make sure the laughter stays fresh in our house.
He works hard. For years, he worked 10 hours a day, 6 days a week in all types of weather. Now, that he can’t do that, he is doing laundry or making dinner. He does whatever he can to work, even when he feels absolutely terrible.
Scott shows up. He is present with his kids day in and day out. He will make time to play or read with them. He also gets to the ball games as much as he possibly can. When he’s there, he is attentive, almost to a fault.
He is brave. Scott will happily go down any water slide, hop on any roller coaster, and no ferris wheel is too tall for him. He will barrel down the snowy hill at speeds that will cause brain damage, with a smile on his face, laughing the whole time. My kids know that when Dad goes, they will have fun.
He believes in me. Years ago, he saved for a year to buy me my first DSLR. He supports my dreams, and understands that no goal is too big.
He gives the best hugs and snuggles. Some men are afraid to show affection; real men understand their importance. Scott is a real man through and through.
Scott lives commitment. I have never questioned this man’s dedication to our family. He knows how to dedicate his life and never looks back. He loved the Red Sox for years before they won the World Series, and he brings that same dedication to our family.
Words cannot begin to express how blessed I feel that my kids get to have Scott as their dad. I am the most blessed, because I get to watch him be their superhero everyday.
Happy Father’s Day, Scott, you are the best!