He’s been there for the basketball, football, volleyball and softball games. The soccer and tennis matches. The band concerts, recitals, and awards nights.
Always encouraging. Always supporting. Always applauding.
He’s been there for dinner and bedtime…every night. Sometimes tired, discouraged–anxious about what tomorrow may hold–but always there.
Solid, faithful, unwavering.
He’s taken us to church, read to us from the Word, prayed with us, cried with us, guided us, held us up.
A picture of constancy and steady support.
Heading to work every day–in constricting ties and hard, shiny dress shoes–day after day, year after year, without complaint. Providing for us a home in which to live, clothes for us to wear, and a never-ending supply of food in our pantry.
Hard-working, responsible, reliable.
This man, this father, this husband, this gift from God.
He is the best daddy I know.