Daddies

My dad was the kind of dad that was affectionate, I remember sitting on his lap and him rubbing foreheads and noses with me--something he still does with his grand kids these days. He was the kind of dad that worked long hard hours to ensure our mother could stay home. I remember his eyes being bloodshot and yet he was the first one up in the morning and often times the last to bed. He worked hard, long, exhausting hours. I remember that despite his work schedule, we
had family prayers and scriptures every single night. I remember these rare moments with my dad and I loved having some of his time to hear his thoughts and to learn from him. He was also the kind of dad that always had the Priesthood, I remember being very ill and struggling with various issues and he was always able and willing to give me a father's blessing. He was the kind of dad that would ask me what I thought about many different things I have him to thank for my analytical and
reasoning brain. My dad has inspired me and taught me so much through the example he has been to me. He is the kind of dad that is very principled and has taught me to think morally, ethically, and act with integrity. My dad was the kind of dad that respected and loved my mother. I have never heard him raise his voice to my mother and he has supported her in every way possible. I have the kind of dad that helped my mother birth eight of their sixteen children at home. I remember watching him encouraging and cheering her on each and every time. I knew that when it was time for me to look for a husband that I wanted a man very similar to my own father. I have been truly blessed! Bill has surpassed every item I had on my list for what I thought was the ideal husband and father. Bill is the kind of husband that sends texts and emails throghout the day to remind me that he is thinking of me and loving me. He is the kind of dad that despite his exhaustion will get up in the night with Liam. Some mornings I will find Bill curled up with Liam because Liam had a nightmare or was in need of comfort, all so that I can have some extra sleep. If I don't have dinner ready he never stresses, he makes something for us. He helps with dishes, laundry, housework, and anything else that he sees needs to be done. He supports me so much and helps me to accomplish my goals and dreams. He is loving, kind, gentle, and simply wonderful! He is the kind of daddy that loves to see my pregnant belly getting larger and larger. He tells me over and over that I am beautiful and that he loves seeing me pregnant. Even though I feel like a barge, he makes me feel beautiful with his kind words and affection. I especially love when he rubs my belly and talks to our baby. The things he says are so sweet and loving, I am so lucky and blessed to have such a wonderful husband. I have great hopes that Liam and his siblings will learn from their dad and grandpa the importance of being kind, loving, and gentle in their roles as husbands and fathers. Today, Liam wanted to wear his Spiderman baby so that he could be like his dad. He has lovingly and tenderly played all day that he is his daddy. I have been touched to see how the examples of a good daddy can carry on through the generations and that children are watching and learning from their parents, much like I was and like Bill was. Thanks for being such a great father, dad so that I would know what to look for in my own spouse and thanks Bill for learning from your own experiences how to be the amazing husband and father that you are!