His Daddy.

That Dave of mine, he does stuff like throwing his dirty clothes on the floor next to our bed and then I am supposed to determine by some miracle if he intends on wearing those jeans again or not.  Oh, you didn't know I was a mind reader?

He squeezes the toothpaste from the middle.  And leaves the shower on so that when I turn on the water I get soaked.

He's sometimes grumpy and is either the best or the worst cook in the universe, depending on the day.

And he tells jokes.  Corny jokes.  Really really corny and sometimes inappropriate.  And I try to get my friends to not encourage him, but they do... and because they think he's funny, HE thinks he's funny.

But for all of that imperfection, there is a greater amount of perfection.  It is at the same time maddening and endearing.

He plays the saxophone and keyboard and the bass guitar.  Computer programming, fixing cars, re-wiring things, and yard work are among his talents.  He is intelligent, he also {infuriatingly & just barely} had a higher ACT score than I did and knows the most random information.  He also looks amazing in a suit.

He builds the best train tracks and can fix broken toys.  He teaches Finn things like how to carry screwdrivers carefully, with the point down and how to put air in the tires.  His daddy teaches him to ride a bike safely with his helmet on and takes him to swim lessons.

He leads by example.  Even on days when he loses his cool, he is man enough to apologize to a three year old when he has been grouchy and feelings are hurt.  He teaches kindness through his actions, loving me deeply, playing ball with the poodle, laughing with his son.  His daddy appreciates his life and makes sure that he shows it. 

He works hard for his family, for me to be able to stay home with Finnegan, for us.  And then he comes home and works even harder, without complaint.  He sometimes doesn't realize that I watch him, I see him going above and beyond... and for every compliment I give him, I know there are five other things he has done that go unnoticed.  His daddy, my husband, is the hardest working man I have ever met.

He is generous with his love and affection.  For Finnegan, there isn't anything that can't be fixed with a hug from his daddy.

But all of that awesomeness?  It comes second to this...

Finn, why do you love your daddy?

Cause we are BEST friends.

Thank you for being imperfectly perfect in every way and for being Finn's {and my} best friend.  I hope it is always that way.  Happy Father's Day Dave!


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