There have been so many comments and messages about what an incredibly caring father he must be. I was brought to tears from one person who said he would probably be the one who would be "fussing over Brenna's hair on her wedding day." Oh, the thoughts of Evan and Brenna on her wedding day just make me cry all over again right now.
And while yesterday's post needs no follow-up because his tremendous love is completely summed up there, I want to affirm that yes, that is exactly the kind of father he is, all of the time.
He is the kind of father who calls on his lunch break to hear his kids' voices, who arranges his schedule so that he can eat lunch on Parents Day at 10:30 a.m. at Connor's preschool, who has made it to a large percentage of doctors appointments so that he is educated about Brenna's health care and can be an advocate for her.
He is the kind of father who truly looks forward to the nightly tradition of reading books and cuddling with his daughter after bath time.
He is the kind of father who asks his son to help him with projects around the house, even though that means stopping to help Connor and to explain tools and methods to him, which makes the project twice as long to complete.
And he's the kind of father who supports me 100% and asks how he can help me at home and insists that I take a quiet bubble bath or run errands by myself when I need a break.
I don't blog about Evan as much because I'm not his voice. I share my stories because they are my own… but today, I want to share some of these stories that are his. Because we love Daddy very much, and we are grateful for the father that he is to our family.