My salute to Dad (my children's dad that is)

I was thinking today (actually it was sort of brought to my attention during a conversation with Clint this morning) that great dads (and husbands) are hard to come by. Moms get so much more attention than poor dads. (Mostly because mom's deserve more, ha!) But, my children and I are truly blessed to have such a terrific dad in our lives. (Hopefully he reads this, because I do have a Birthday coming up!!!!!)

When my kids are grown, I do not want them to remember the money that dad brought home, the career that he had, or even the gifts that he purchased. Rather, I want them to remember the simple things that made their dad so wonderful. Like the fact that he was first and foremost a Christian father, who not only made sure that the family was in church when the doors were opened, but more importantly lived the same way at home,work, on the ball field (and any where else that he might be) as he did when he was at church. A dad that was faithful in all things and loved his wife and kids without effort. A dad that was cool tempered and extremely witty (annoyingly so, sometimes). A dad that was a cook, seamstress, carpenter, toy mender, clothes folder, dish washer, housekeeper, clothes ironer (is that a word?), driver, lawn boy, trash man, electrician, plumber, barber, bug and snake killer, dentist, doctor, and yes all around Mr. Mom when need be. I am sure that there are many other things that I have left off that will come to me later.

Sometimes, I think that I need to be reminded (when I am wallowing in self-pity over all that I have to do) that I am blessed to have a husband that can and will do all these things for his family. Like, last night when I came in with the kids and he cooked, cleaned, and worked in the yard while I got in the pool to swim and play with the kids. And unfortunately, I need to do a better job of letting him know how I appreciate him and love him more everyday (even if the day to day lives we live do not always show this). My children and I are blessed beyond measure.

I am sure in the months to come, my blogs will go on and on about the kids and Clint will be swept under the rug again... but I wanted at least one set of thoughts to honor him. I love you, Clint. (Did I mention that I have a birthday coming up?)