In honor of Fathers Day I thought that I would share a little about the two fathers that I am closest to.
The first would obviously be my dad.
He is the first man that I ever admired.
As a little girl I was sure that he could do no wrong.
Now that I'm older, and know that he isn't perfect I still love him just as much.
I think that I've inherited his love of words, both written and spoken.
I grew up trusting him because he was a steady, dependable provider, and a man of few surprises.
My husband is the other man. I first met him when I was fifteen.
The characteristic that first attracted me to him--is what continues to attract me eighteen years later.
He has a confidence about him that is steadying to me.
When I'm not sure about a decision I can trust him to give me a prayerful answer.
We waited a long time to be parents, and although I knew he loved children his love for his children took me by surprise.
He is the perfect mixture of tough and tender for our two boys.
He expects much of them, but gives much in return, and they love him fiercely for it.
I feel immensely blessed to have these two men in my life.
