As we drove out of Chicago, snowflakes as big as snowballs tried to stop us. But even Midwest blizzards can’t block a kid with a Jeep and a girl with a new set of Target dishes.
We ate spaghetti every day off of a handmade, coffee table until someone from church stopped by and gave us a folding table. Then, we ate spaghetti every day off of a folding table.
We didn’t have a bed. We didn’t care.
I knew then he’d be good at life.
He’d win three-legged races, dominate at Just Dance, and make perfect ponytails for girls with both curly hair and straight.
I understood his steady ways would compliment my gypsy heart.
He’d develop an uncanny ability to play Littlest Pet Shop for extended periods of time, belt out the latest Selena Gomez song, and teach our girls to surf saltwater waves, hold their heads high, and seek God always.
Happy Father’s Day to the father of our two.
Thanks for loving us well.
What about you? What's one way your husband loves your kids well? If you are a dad, take a moment to brag. In what way do you excel as a father?
For a guy who doesn't get too much face time on the blog, the husband wiggled his way into the blogosphere twice in one week. Check out what my girl said about him dipping into our Compassion change jar.
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