All about dads.

It was all the way back in 1983 when I first noticed the funny guy wearing a green army jacket. He made everyone laugh, he played guitar in the Student Council Office, played drums in the school band and he had hair that even a (my) mother could love.

He spent most of our high school days throwing me in garbage cans or pinching the back of my neck trying to make me swear. It probably would have been easier if he'd just asked me out. But he didn't.

Things can change though.

1983 to 2010: walk home, apartment, cat, wedding, dog, house, son, new house, daughter, two cats, new dog and lots of vacations in between.

I can't imagine it turning out any other way. He's given me the greatest joys just being by my side raising our family together. I've watched him when he didn't know it - the times that he's playing basketball with Sheldon or when he's fallen asleep cuddled with Juliana and he has a little fairy glitter on his cheek. The quiet moments around the campfires or the sing alongs in the living room. But mostly the laughter. In 27 years that hasn't changed.

Thanks for being such a great dad. The biggest cheerleader that our kids could ever ask for. And thanks for doing it all with me.


Today also makes me stop to think about my own dad. He's been gone a long time now and the empty spot in my heart will never go away. I imagine giving him his Father's Day hug, maybe sharing a Father's Day pie and seeing him grin in my direction.

But I've been very fortunate. I was blessed with a father-in-law that has made me feel like I was part of his family from the very beginning. I feel his pride and I know, without a doubt, how much he loves me. I'm so grateful for his support and I just love him to bits.


I couldn't talk about Father's Day without mentioning all the fathers in my life.

Happy Fathers Day to mine and yours. The world is a better place because of them.