Daddy

One of the hardest parts of Greg's job is when the kids ask where daddy is.  I don't love him being gone, but at least I understand the concept of needing to pay bills and buy food and what not.  But the older the girls get they continue to ask " where's daddy?"  

Generally they answer each other as well.  "dad's at work."  And I am pretty sure they think he works in various hotels since when we do get the chance to visit him it is always in a hotel.  B knows the schedule of when daddy comes and goes better than either of us do.  If we need to know when Greg gets home we can count out the days or ask B.  They wonder what daddy is doing often.  And it is hard to watch them wonder.  

But one thing I know they will never wonder about is his love for them.  He spends most waking moments at home in full on physical play with one or all three.  They all love to wrestle him, have him throw them into the air, they are starting to take up some hobbies like soccer and piano, and definitely can't leave out the dance parties.  

He has their backs, and always will.  It didn't scare him to get B a baby doll or a play kitchen and a broom set.  It definitely makes him nervous that the girls are girls, but he still TRIES to make an acceptable ponytail.  He doesn't always know the answer to some of the things they ask or some of the problems they face, but he has never run away from finding out.  

They can be tiring, and he will even tell you he rests more away from home than when he is  home, but he never tells them he's too tired for a walk or a trip to the park.  

He's a good dad.  I am so glad that my kids have the example of what a loving father and husband should be.  

Definitely a son's first hero and a daughter's first love.

Happy Father's Day