it’s time, of course, for my annual Father’s Day tribute — I have a great dad, and my kids are blessed w/a great dad as well ❤ “Any guy can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a daddy.” ~~unknown

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.