Happy Father's Day

Scott and I had a fantastic weekend together, just the two of us, in order to celebrate our 10th anniversary. We (I) got caught up in it so much, I forgot that it was father's day unitl after we arrived back home on Sunday night...oooppps! He never said a word because that is his nature. He says he really doesn't care about celebrating stuff like that. But even if that is true, I want my kids to celebrate him, regardless! He is the best Dad I know. And our kids are so blessed to have a man in their lives who takes the time to play, and laugh and show affection towards them daily. I am constantly in awe of the father/child relationships growing in our home.



I guess because I never had that growing up, it is a constant source of both joy and confusion for me. And though I hate to admit it out loud, I occasionally feel pangs of jealousy when I see my husband wrapping his arms around his daughters. Not because I wish he didn't, but because I never had that as a child and I wonder what it would have been like. That being said, having this family, watching them interact with their father, heals my heart in so many ways it is difficult to put into words.



These are the Lord's tender mercies at work in my life. I know that He is very aware of me and my little family. I am so grateful to my husband for the sacrifices he makes for us everyday, both big and small. It's not too many a man who will give up what they want, in order for their family to have what they need or even just want sometimes. Not too many men will step back and let their wives hold the reigns and never criticize the out come, even when it's unfavorable.


Not too many men will say out loud how much they love and admire their best friend. And not any other man will ever hold the status of this man in my heart. He is the real deal. For better or worse, in sickness and health (and yes that does include mental health ), for rest of this life and the next, I will always be grateful for what he has given, and taken and made whole.