So, I am very lucky in the fact that I have great guys in my life and would be remiss if I didn't at least mention them on Father's Day. Of course, I should probably start with the father of my children, Matt - without him, we wouldn't have the crazy, ridiculous litter of children we call our family (or do you start with my dad, because without him, I wouldn't be possible OR do you start with his dad, my grandpa because without him, my dad wouldn't be possible therefore making me not possible...). Well, my executive decision is to start with my husband.
Matt is an amazing father. He is involved and hands-on with all of our kids, even in the tiny tiny baby years where a lot of guys look at their children more as small creatures that they could break and should probably not be trusted to handle. He is willing to take on all four kids when I need some time away without hesitation. He supports us and leads our family in a way that I admire and am in awe of. Yesterday, he took Zach and Ben golfing (after dropping off Maddie at a play date) while Wes was napping and I had three hours of uninterrupted quiet bliss. Of course, I used it to clean the kids' rooms, which was sort of ridiculous, but I think I could have been peeling wallpaper and would have enjoyed it because it was by myself with no one demanding anything of me. Thank you Matt, for being so amazing.
Then there is my dad - my dad and I have always gotten along swimmingly. He is a simple guy that takes life for what it is. He isn't easily flustered and always has time to give the kids a ride on the golf cart. He was a great guy to have around growing up and I'm excited for the time my kids will get to spend with him. They love visiting grandpa's house (granted, that may be for the four-wheeler and golf cart - although Grandpa comes as sort of an added bonus).
Then you have my two brothers - one a dad, one a great uncle to his six neices and nephews. My brothers and I fought A LOT growing up and I see so much of our relationship in my kids. The stupid bickering, the ganging up on each other, the constant fighting (sounds lovely, right?). But, then I look at how much I enjoy hanging out with my brothers now and am excited that my kids will have three of their best friends around always, because they are family.
Then you have my three boys. Ben with his sweet nature, Zach with his sarcastic nature and Wes with his spitfire nature. I am starting to realize that I am totally outnumbered by dudes. But at least they are all pretty decent dudes. The other night, Zach climbed into bed with us (there was a monster in his bed you know) and I told him, Zach, this bed is not made for three people. He looked at me sweetly and said, "Well, then you better get out.". Ah, with men like this in my life, what else can a girl ask for!
