Because he gives piggy back rides with wild abandon.
Because he does the yucky chores that I hate to do. Like fold the laundry and vacuum the stairs.
Because he works long hours in the hot sun.
Because he prays for his wife and kids.
Because he can make me (or anyone else) laugh at the drop of a hat.
Because he disciplines when it's necessary and gives crazy hugs and kisses whenever they're needed.
He's not just a man, not just a husband, not just a father. He's a daddy. He's a buddy. He's a friend. And I couldn't do this thing called life without him. Well, I could. But it would be miserable. He holds us together, lightens my load, loves the kids and brings home the bacon.
This Father's Day we honor him. I am grateful for him. My kid's adore him. We love him.
Happy Father's Day to the man who made me a mother. Thank you doesn't seem to be enough for you.