Fathers…

I have a few Fathers.  Sev­eral amaz­ing men in my life.  I’m lucky that way.  The more the mer­rier I say.  But then again I think I have a pretty good def­i­n­i­tion of the word.  A Father to me is a man that makes an impact, a pos­i­tive one.  A man that makes you proud to call him Dad.  You can be born to them, you can marry into them, you can have them brought into your life by other peo­ple that mean a lot to you.

These are the men that chase after you down the water slide when you slip out of their arms and are afraid to hit the pool on your own; the guys that pad up the back of the van and fill it with movies so that the long drive is easy.  They are the ones that toss you and your Mom into the tiny back yard swim­ming pool clothes and all when its too hot to smile, and stay up late with you on Christ­mas eve laugh­ing with you at the Popes hat.   The men that wel­come you with open arms when you’ve never met them before and have no idea what you are really doing on this farm.  And the ones that treat you like one of their “real daugh­ters” from the day they meet you. All the men that when they hug you you feel safe and loved.

Fathers are the amaz­ing men that try to do every­thing they can to help when you are over­whelmed with new baby and life and every­thing in between.  They take over when you can’t do it any­more.  They know what a big deal it is to let you sleep late and still call you gor­geous.  They love the one on one times they have with their children.

You don’t always appre­ci­ate them, you don’t always pay enough atten­tion, you don’t always thank them enough, but still they are there.

If you have one Father in your life you are lucky, if you have many you are lucky.  I love all of mine, and thank them for all that they have given to me.

Happy Fathers Day.

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