In the Dad department, I got pretty lucky.
Even though he worked a lot and he worked hard, my Dad always made time to play with me and my brother when we were little. I think that’s where I learned to have such a strong work ethic. It’s where I also learned how important family is.
He traveled a lot for work, but he still coached my basketball and softball teams, taught me how to drive, and went to every Girl Scout Square Dance. Those were my favorite.
He supported my decisions in college and work, he walked me down the aisle on my wedding day, and he’s been there any time I had a big decision to make. Even though we didn’t always agree, he’s still always supported me.
I know I can always count on my Dad when I need help, he’s very generous, and he’s one of my biggest supporters. He especially supports my blog, and is probably the first one reading this right now. (Happy Father’s Day!)
So, even though I am very lucky to call him my Dad, there are three people who are even luckier.
They have the best Grandpa, and they love him so much.
He’s the “Baby whisperer,” getting fussy babies to fall fast asleep.
He’s their favorite playmate and protector. He reads to them, takes them to story hour at the library, and is always teaching them something new.
Even though his jokes are pretty silly, he can sure make them laugh…even if they don’t understand them quite yet.
They can always count on “Ampa” for a good stroller ride, fun at the zoo, or even a ride in his convertible. They scream with delight when they see his car pulling up in the driveway. So, thank you Dad for everything you do, for being the best grandpa, and for all your support. I love you.
Happy Father’s Day!