Hello, I am a slacker, once again! I have just realized that I had this post "saved as draft," and then forgot to go back in and post it. And not only that, but it's about Father's Day. Honestly, could it happen to something unimportant, like the cat's new favorite toy being Savannah's pink winter mittens; or the fact that Charlotte has decided (with no wiggle-room or exceptions) that "girls don't watch baseball." Of course not, it has to happen with something very important, or fathers in our lives. So, just pretend that it's Father's Day all over again, would you? Or at least pretend that I did not forget about this post until almost a week later? Oh thank you!
So, it is Father's Day. I like this holiday. I have the great fortune of having a wonderful father, a wonderful father-in-law, and also a wonderful husband who is a wonderful father to our three wonderful children. Isn't that wonderful!!?? Ha ha ha. Okay, enough with the boring alliteration, but truly, it IS a wonderful blessing to have such great men in my life.
My Dad is really such an amazing and great man. I know that I have said it before, and posted about it before, several times, but it's true. When I was younger, I used to think that if I ever had a husband, he had sure better be so different than my Dad. Of course, I was in my teens and thought that I knew everything, and all that typical lame-idiot-teenager-who-hates-their-father crap. I can say with all seriousness and fondness now, that the older I get, the more wonderful and wise my dad becomes to me. I am very grateful and proud that Colby is a lot like my Dad in some ways. My dad is the hardest-working man I know. He is the first to volunteer when someone needs help, he is not afraid of working 10, 12, whatever-it-takes hour days to get the job done, and to get it done right. He gets that from my Grandpa, his dad. Another wonderful man!! Also, my Dad has never been "too good" for any job or work that will support his family. I love that about him. I know so many people who seem to be unwilling to lower themselves, in their eyes, to take a job that they feel is beneath them somehow. I know my dad would have worked 10 jobs, whatever they may have been, if it meant food on the table and a roof over our heads. As a kid, I never appreciated that strong work ethic. To be honest, I actually resented it. He tried so hard to instill that same ethic in us, and it got to be really annoying when I was about 10 and thought that rinsing the dishes fairly well was a perfectly acceptable job of "doing the dishes." Nope- get back in there and do it again, and this time, do it right. I am grateful for that. I am grateful that he was willing to continue and try to teach me, even if it meant I was going to be pretty annoying and whiny and pouty about it. He loved me enough to keep on trying, in hopes that someday I would not be a pouty kid, and learn! My dad is also the first person I want to talk to if I need advice, or someone to just listen to me ramble on about whatever I am trying to work through. He really is wonderful. Thank you Dad, for being so great, and amazing, and special to me! I love you dearly.
I have also had the great privilege of knowing Colby's dad, Ken, for the past 13 years. He is amazing to me. I don't know if I can think of a person who is more calm, balanced, and humble than Ken. I admire his ability to relate scriptures to daily occurrences and situations. I admire that he is able to pull a scripture right out of the air, and never seems to be preachy or self-righteous. I love how gently and tenderly he speaks of Renee, Colby's mom. I love that he never allowed Colby (or any of Colby's siblings) to speak to Renee unkindly or disrespectfully. I am grateful to him for being such a wonderful example of a tender and loving husband and father. I am very blessed to have him a part of my life.
And now, certainly not least, my dear and beloved Colby. I will try to keep this part in check, and not become too sappy and long-winded. Although, you've made it this far, you may as well settle in for the long haul of my rambling, right!! I adore Colby. I love him, and I worship the ground he walks on. I know everyone always says that their husband is the best, the most loving, the perfect husband, and everything else. Sorry ladies....MY husband is the best! He really is. I love how easy and fun and devoted he is to the kids. I love that he is able to be so focused on their needs all the time. I love that he is worried about them, and tries to protect them, even when I may think he is being almost "smothery" at times. I love where his heart is at those times, and I love how much he cares. Like my dad, Colby is such a hard worker, and he does so much for us. He has told me about a gazillion times that all he has ever wanted in life is to make me happy. And when the kids came along, that extended to them also. He does so much to ensure our well-being and happiness. Like his dad, he does not tolerate the kids speaking to me in ways that he deems disrespectful or unkind. And I love that he always tells them "You do not ever talk to my sweetheart like that." He tells them quite firmly, with no room for them to misunderstand him, and yet it really comes across as sweet, tender, and loving. I love that example for them. I love that Barrett sees that, and will hopefully treat his wife with the same degree of kindness, respect and love. That is, of course, if I ever allow him to date! I love that Savannah and Charlotte see that, and hopefully will expect their husbands to treat them with such devotion, love and respect. And of course, that is if Colby ever lets them date! I love that he plays with the kids, and that he likes to talk to them. I always want them to feel their dad has time for them, and that they'll want to talk to him. I can think of a thousand more things I could say about Colby, but for the sake of those who may actually have suffered through this post, I will save them for another time!
What wonderful men I am blessed to know! Happy Father's Day!