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Fathers Day

  May I just say that Russ is superdad, and not only that, but the most amazing husband ever. Having said that, I suppose he deserved the fancy gift he received for fathers day.
  On Saturday I told Russ that I needed to stop by the Verizon store to have my phone fixed, when we arrived Russ wanted to stay in the car with the kids while I went in so I went in and talked to them about my options for Russ new phone. I texted him to come in, which he grudgingly did with a sleeping Ryler in his arms and an irritated look on his face at my insistence that he join me, but his demeanor quickly changed as soon as I told him to go pick out his new phone. He was thrilled as we headed home with his new iPhone.
  Sunday was pleasant and easy going, we had my dad over for dinner and enjoyed a quiet evening.
  I've expressed many times my feelings toward my husband, but I'd now like to share my feelings about my own father. My dad is one of the kindest and most generous people I know. Growing up, I always knew that I could go to him about anything and he always had my back. As I've grown up, he has supported me in all of my decisions and has been the amazing grandpa I knew he would be. I am proud to have him as my dad and feel very blessed to have been raised by such a wonderful man.
  I came across a poem the other day that I thought was a perfect description of the dads in my life so here it is, and happy fathers day to all you wonderful men out there who are making the world a better place.

"Most any man can father a child for this we know is true, but to be a good dad there's a whole lot more for all these men to do.
They have to have strength to endure long days even though their bodies be tired, the love in their hearts has to show in their eyes to the child who so admires.
They have to show honesty through each day and show that life is worth living.
They have to show caring in all they do in taking and in giving.
Understanding has to be a big part of the father's heart as well, and though he feels pain or hurts at times he may never, never tell.
They have a great laughter that shows in their eyes and comes rolling from within, to light up the faces of each little child as each day draws to an end.
Hopes for today, Dreams for tomorrow is what they must keep showing, and though they grow old they still feel great joy, for the love of their children keeps growing."
- Debra M. Booth

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