I wanted to write down a few thoughts about Father's Day. First, Tod is such a wonderful dad to his three girls and his boy. They simply adore him. On Sunday at church, Ashton filled out a questionnaire about her dad. They had to write in what they thought their dad would say...and she was spot on putting down that his favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip and his favorite sports team is the Cardinals. There were 2 questions that were so profound to me. One was What has been his happiest moment? Her answer: When he got married. The other question was What does he enjoy most in life? Her answer: His family. To me, there could not have been a greater tribute to Tod than that. And it's true (especially the one about marriage, right???) The kids know their Daddy loves them and finds great happiness in them.
I also wanted to write about my dad. I always think about how incredible he is, but these thoughts have been especially prevalent since he visited for Asthon's baptism. In fact, after our weekend together as he got ready to leave, I followed him out to the car and literally felt like holding on to his leg and crying for him not to go. It was like I had reverted 30 years. I just love to be around him. I love how patient, kind and loving he is. I love that he is stable and strong and someone to count on. I always know where I stand with him. Another thing is that my dad can fix anything. I'm not just talking about things that are broken (although he is great at that too!), but he just has this knack for making things be all right. Plus, he is great at thinking up solutions. Last week, I called him in a panic on Regan's birthday. I had about 10 things going on at the same time, and the cake I was making was a disaster. I had only baked one cake mix when I really needed 2 to make the cake tall enough for the Barbie doll. I took a deep breathe and knew there was one guy who would have the answer. Sure enough, my dad was at work but was able to direct me over the phone to find an empty can, cut a cardboard circle with a hole in it, place the cake on the can and then guide the doll through the cake. Impressive. I could just picture Dad at his desk possibly making a little sketch as he instructed me on what to do. Whenever I look at this picture of the cake, I just smile. I am so lucky to have a Dad like him. He has always taken time for me, and he is someone who I greatly admire.




