My husband and our boys at the Texas coast (summer 2005):
This is one of my favorite pictures of my three fellas. The youngest in that picture is now almost the size his older brother was in that picture, and his older brother is now the age I was when I met and married his daddy! My, how the time flies . . .
When I met my husband, he was daddy of the cutest, most personable almost-3 year old boy I’d ever met. A young boy who loved to wear cowboy boots and jeans and a cowboy hat just like his daddy, and who did a great rendition of Clint Black’s hit song “Killin’ Time”. This father and son lived very far apart from each other for months at a time, and it made a HUGE impression on me that the highlight of that father’s week was the phone call he made every weekend to talk to his son. In their in-person interactions with each other, I saw a man who loved being a father, who was patient and kind to his child, who didn’t talk down to him, whose heart was bursting-full of love for his son. Although I fell in love with my husband for many reasons, and even though at that point in my life I had no intentions of ever having children my own self, the love he felt for his son and the value he placed on being his son’s father absolutely added to my love for him.
The following picture is of my kiddo and my dad, November 2007:
My parents divorced when I was 10, and my relationship with my dad became distanced, literally and figuratively, throughout my teens. Fast-forward to my early 20′s: because of effort on the part of both my dad and I, and my stepmom as well (I have a wonderful stepmother!), my dad’s and my relationship began to strengthen and we became quite close. I did not realize until after that relationship had been re-established just how much I *needed* it. Although I am like my mother in some ways (which I love, because she is a fantastic woman and mother!!), it wasn’t until my dad and I became close in my adulthood that I grasped how much he and I are alike in ways that I am not like my mother — and I enjoyed discovering those commonalities I had with my dad!
When I met my now-husband, he and my dad hit it off right off the bat. In fact, because of my hubby’s business travels, he has the opportunity to see my dad and stepmom more often than I — I’m glad he enjoys them enough to see them when he’s in their neck of the woods, and I’m glad they enjoy him enough to be happy when he shows up on their doorstep! My stepmom told me the first time she and my dad met my now-hubby, she told my dad afterwards “that’ll be the man she marries”. I knew it that quick, too; heck, I knew it after our second date! I don’t know if my hubs knew it that soon, but if not he came to the same conclusion not long afterwards — we married six months after we first met ;-).
I have such love for these two fathers, and feel very fortunate to have both of them in my life. Happy Father’s Day, Honey . . . and Happy Father’s Day, Dad. xoxoxo