We’re enjoying some quality
fishing family time at the coast… we hope to return with fish, suntans, a carload of dirty clothes, happy children and relaxed parental units.
I have often wondered if it is true- that boys cherish their Mama’s, the way girls adore their Daddies.
Mothers of boys often tell me this- I may never know. But one thing is for sure, these two little creatures love, love, love their Daddy. Even after a full day at the office, he comes homes every night to two girls that drop everything and run to him with open arms. After dinner he manages to find a way to spend quality time with his girls- this usually entails a golf cart ride, fishing, TV, Wii games, board games, books, or bike riding.
What a great daddy. I’ve always said, anybody can be a Father, but not everyone can be a Dad.
14 years ago when I picked this guy out at
the bar Sunday school, I had no idea what a wonderful Dad he would be to our children. How could I have known? All I cared about what that he was cute and had some ambition. The father thing honestly didn’t even cross my mind at age 20. But now, I either got really lucky or extremely blessed with this guy. I think it is a combination of the two.
Okay, so I admit… When we first moved to our current neighborhood I had a serious case of homesickness for the neighborhood we left behind, a mere 7 miles closer in town. But, almost 6 years in, I now see what Mr. Robinson saw all along- a place that is great to raise our children. Two fishing lakes, boat landing, golf courses, swimming pools, secure, guard patrolled, golf carts galore, tidy yards, quiet streets. I get it now.
With the game of musical chairs on the real estate market, I am glad to have landed where we are. Because with the real estate market the way it is, we ain’t going anywhere.
The patience of Job.