Besides our big fella turning 13 today, we’re celebrating another special guy today…
It’s Father’s Day in America, so we’re celebrating my man, the daddy of our fine kids, and the guy I chose to marry – and chose (choose) to stick it out with! – for 16 looooong looooving years. =D
There’s a Bible verse that I like, “As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.” (Psalm 127:4,5) . “Quiver full” makes me smile. I love descriptive words like that.
Here is my man’s quiver full:
He’s not the only one blessed. Those kids are as well, for he makes a fine daddy.
He is so patient that when he “counts to 10,” he includes the halves and quarters, as in “…7, 7-1/2, 8, 8-1/4, 8-1/2, 8-15/16” (just kidding on that last one, I don’t even know what that number means, but he would – he’s smart like that).
He is kind enough that when a little tummy empties at 2am (ugh, last night) because it was filled with too many birthday party sweets, he doesn’t scold, but helps me clean it up, even though he has to leave for work at 5am.
He is strong enough to carry sleeping children back to their beds when he finds they’ve fallen asleep on our bed even though they were sent to their own beds hours ago, and he is gentle enough to not wake them.
He is generous enough to be our sole income provider, and doesn’t complain when we spend his hard-earned money on things like baby chicks, because they’re cute and we justify them as “educational.”
And, I think, the greatest gift he gives our babies is loving me, their mama. He’s kind and patient and strong and gentle and generous with me, too. Even when I give him lots of spunky trouble.
So, Happy Father’s Day, Babe, but I think it’s we who are getting the gift this day.