I can’t let Father’s Day week pass by without giving a shout out to the main man in our home!
This Daddy is loving, playful, a hard worker and the spiritual leader he is called to be. And our boys are blessed to have a role model such as him!
I was skimming through quotes for this post and laughed when I read this one by a father (Red Buttons). “Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.” 🙂 The kids love wrestling with Robert and just last night as I was cleaning up the kitchen the guys were wrestling in the living room. Poor Robert gets ganged up on quite easily between Baby Boy who loves to “tickle” by gouging you in the armpits with his sharp little fingertips, Middle Man who is a tenacious little beast who can do chin-ups day or night and Little Man who is strong with all the right moves in the wrestling ring. They all go after Daddy at the same time, no holds barred. So last night, I hear moaning and groaning from the other room and Robert mumbling something about “you just kneed me in the crotch…” Uh, unfortunately the boys don’t have much sympathy for a thing such as that yet, so they didn’t really let up. It’s all part of being a Dad, right??
Small boys become big men through the influence of big men who care about small boys. (Author Unknown)
Today is my Dad’s birthday. Happy birthday Dad!! I have so much to be thankful for when it comes to having a dad like him. Was he perfect? I don’t know a parent who ever was. But, I have many fond memories of time that my dad spent with me. These times usually were not deep. They were day to day things. Moments built upon moments that add up to years, where he poured into me. I’ve often thought about how the influence of my dad helped me choose the males that I’ve allowed into my life. My plumb line was my dad. Did they line up to what I knew a husband and father should be? He gave me the self-worth to insist on what I deserved, so when I read this quote I thought it was perfect.
“I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.” (Imelda Marcos) My dad never told me this, he showed me this.
My Dad and me at my wedding almost 15 years ago.
To the leading men in my life, thank you for stepping up to the plate when it’s not always easy and when you wonder if anyone even notices. I love you guys!
I just took part in and witnessed the funniest, most ridonkulous, thing in a very long time.
It started last week when we noticed a vacant house for sale in our neighborhood. In the driveway sat a smoker grill. Well, Robert has been wanting a smoker grill for a long time. While his eye settled on the smoker grill, my eye went to the basketball goal that was next to it. I’ve wanted to get the boys a hoop for quite a while. As a matter of fact one of the boys just asked me the other day if we can get a hoop. (They just came off basketball season and I’d like to keep their momentum up.) We decided that since the house was vacant with a for sale sign in the yard that maybe the seller would want to get rid of their left behind “junk” and enhance the curb appeal. Robert was going to call the realtor and inquire.
After work today he informed me that the realtor said we could indeed have the basketball hoop, but sadly, not the smoker. Ooh, a blessing! We were getting a free basketball hoop and the boys will be so excited! I asked Robert how we were going to get our new blessing home. Did he think we needed to borrow a pickup truck from our neighbor? No, he thought if he took a couple seats out of our minivan then we could get enough of the hoop in the van for us to drive it home in. I was very skeptical, but what do I know? After we ate dinner we decided to venture a few streets over and see about getting our new basketball hoop home. The boys would ride their bikes while Robert walked with them and I would drive the van over. Laughable, is what it was. There was no way we were getting this monstrosity in the van. The bottom was weighted with sand! We couldn’t lift it an inch. What choice did we have but to utilize the two little wheels it has in the front and for Robert to pull it home? I was laughing so hard. I really did not think he was going to be willing to do this. I snapped some pictures and guffawed some more. This is love. Frugality. Ghetto. Insanity. All of the above. There were three or four men in the corner driveway hanging out. After all, it is a beautiful Friday night and people are just hanging out enjoying the evening. They watched with open mouths as Robert slowly dragged the goal past. Robert refused to even look their direction. I was so embarrassed. In my best effort to cover my face, I put on my oversized sunglasses. It didn’t help enough. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on the boys and watching Robert in the rear view mirror. Hey, if Jesus carried the cross, can’t Robert pull the basketball hoop?? He says he called upon Jesus, but it wasn’t really a religious experience. (As I write this he says “You probably don’t even know this, but you’ve had a smirk on your face this whole time.”) I can’t help it. I’m giddy over this.
not amused, but determined
my rear view. he he 🙂
…And they’re off. Only .2 mi to go!
he’s a hoss
So close. Actually getting that up the curb was a real treat.
Happy moment. And he lived to tell about it.
Do you have a funny story that makes you cringe with embarrassment? Has your spouse ever done anything for the love of his family that you never thought he’d agree to? I’d love to hear about it.