DadsPosted: June 18, 2012
Now, I got sidetracked this weekend into thinking of men of my past, and forgot to mention the wonderful man in my life on Father’s Day.
My husband is a pretty awesome Dad. For a guy with five daughters, and all that goes along with all of them, he manages to not let all of us drive him too crazy.
One of the things that I remember from the very first time we met was a conversation that my friend Molly, the setter-upper, and he had about our oldest daughter. She was sixteen, and she lived with him. She had lived with him from age 12. Molly asked, “So what does she do when she needs tampons, or other girl things?” He replied with, “She tells me she needs them, what kind, and I go buy them. She’s my daughter.”
Now, I know that a lot of guys go out and do these things for their wives, and maybe daughters as well, but he was just so at ease with his answer. It was one of the first things that really struck me about this man. He is willing to do whatever he needs to do to take care of them. Any of the five of them, and me too.
Initially, when we started down the path of foster/adoption the plan was to try to adopt a boy if possible. We were not completely set in stone on this obviously. I will never forget the night after we got the call about placement for Mea, my husband and I were having a very serious talk about what we were going to do. He said, “Kelly, we know little girls, it just seems right.”
He couldn’t have been more correct.
I think he secretly likes getting make-up put on, having his nails and hair (what hair?) done, playing with baby dolls, Barbie’s and playing Pretty Pretty Princess.
He’s a great Dad.
A pretty nice husband too. 😉