This one is for the dads who show up.
They are everywhere: on your soccer fields, at your
PTA meetings, Dr’s offices, in aisle 9 at the grocery store. They show up to
wash, cuddle, bandaid, clothe, love and hug their children…to teach them they
matter.
This one is for the dads who show up for the moments
spent screaming on the floor due to the inability to find the right words. They
show up, they calmly comfort, they scoop up, they hug, they soothe.
They wake up at 1 and 3 and 5 and 7 and they still
find the energy, the strength to smile the next day.
They roll on the floor, climb the playgrounds, beat
the drums, stomp in the mud, turn on a washing machine, fix a broken pipe,
diaper a newborn and repair the heating unit in the dead of winter.
They are super heros, full time employees,
extraordinary husbands and friends.
This one is for the dads because all too often moms
get all the credit mainly because we're stuck in the 60s when moms deserved all
the credit.
This one is for the dads...especially you, honey.
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