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my annual tribute to dads (particularly my DH, who’s a great dad for our 3 kids):

dad and kids


They’ve got that comfortable place on their shoulder that’s perfect for snuggling into while we fall asleep.
Chest hair, forearm hair, and the feel of a newly-shaved cheek.
They’re at peace with their bodies, except for maybe some minor anxiety over height and baldness.
They rarely lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.
They’re enthusiastic about our bodies, even when we’re not.
They’re BEYOND enthusiastic about sex.
They don’t mind accompanying a woman to a party even though she looks like a movie star and they look like the chauffeur.
They don’t care whether colors match but are willing to be concerned if we want them to be.
How awestruck they are in the face of a Wonderbra or a homemade cookie.
Their unapologetic lust for a nice hunk of beef or chocolate cake.
They never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.
What they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.
They make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.
Their near-endless appetite for discussing the ins and outs of work and money – ours as well as theirs.
Bravery around snakes, waterbugs, bats, and flat tires.
Their genuine ardor for tinkering with toilets, changing oil, and assembling gas grills — jobs any intelligent woman can do but would be nuts to volunteer for.
Their ignorance is usually amusing.
They have a great sense of competition.
Their ability to solve problems simply by throwing a ball around.
The glimpse you get, when they wear their baseball cap backward, of their inner Little Leaguer.
Their face is a treasure to behold when they give us a present they picked out.
They give us a peek at the little boy inside when they get sick or happy or hurt.
They really love their moms. They remind us of our dads.
How tender they get when they cry, and how seldom they do it.
They have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don’t want them to.
They fall in love so hard, once they finally fall.
Though they often try to hide it, they’re very tender-hearted and caring.
They give great hugs (and always melt our hearts when a sweet “I love you, Princess” is added).
How nice their hands look holding ours.
How sexy their butts look in jeans.
How sexy their hands look in wedding rings.
How much they like us just the way we are.

Happy Father’s Day!

Larry has been “saving up” gifts over the last several occasions — his b’day, our anniversary, and Father’s Day — for a new iPhone, which is being released next month… other than that, we had the whole family over to our house on Saturday for BBQ and outdoor play (except my brother and his family — Mike decided he was kind of on family overload and needed a break from all of our get-togethers) — the weather was plenty warm, so the kids all had a great time playing on the water bouncy, and Larry even put the little movable lawn sprinkler under the trampoline and turned it on, which the kids all got a huge kick out of… it was a fun day, but it would’ve been a lot more fun if Larry and I hadn’t both been feeling kinda crummy (mild bout w/the virus Viv had last week)…