All three of our girls have Chad wrapped around their little fingers. Thirty little fingers. Think about that. That's a lot of little-girl fingers to take care of as "Chief Rule Maker" and "Heart Holder".
As our girls get older, their relationships with Chad change. This man is a genius at all of the stages we've encountered so far. Stay tuned to see the photos of the other stages--stuck in the middle with Taylor and hormone raged tween with Kennedy.
I've shared with the world that I am (and always have been) a Daddy's girl. As a mother now, I have a new respect for all the the time, energy, and commitment that my mother put into me and my brothers. Mom did most of the work, but Dad got most of my credit--maybe it's nature, hard wiring, or likely just a gift from God. Who knows? What I am sure of is that my relationship with my Daddy was an integral part of my "success" of getting to adulthood.
Thinking back to those years in my life where so many young girls struggled and made poor choices regarding drugs, alcohol, promiscuity, etc., I often wonder how I made it through with relatively few, minor scars. I've even considered my peers and their situations and outcomes. Although none of us were perfect, my friends (from my teen years and beyond) and I made choices based on a respect and fear of disappointing the significant men in our lives. Those of you reading this can relax, this blog is not a confessional booth. I'll never tell when we....
Back to the point.
As parents to three daughters, Chad and I have had many conversations with each other and other parents with whom we respect. We've spent countless hours discussing, thinking, and praying for wisdom and courage to raise our daughters in a way that will help them survive their childhood and teenage years without unnecessary heartache and regret.
I know that as the mother, I handle a lot of the day to day duties and running around for our girls. Most often I get to referee the fights, clean up the messes, wipe the noses, and hand out the discipline. However, Chad and I both know that as the Daddy, he is the first man of their lives. That is a huge responsibility. I can say that although I want to strangle him occasionally, he is the perfect father for our greatest blessings.
Dads have a difficult job, but I believe that Daddies of girls have an extra tough job in today's world. I just wanted to take the time to tell this Daddy how proud I am of what he does for each of our girls on a daily basis.
Here's a photo tribute to the awesome moments between the toddler girl, Blake, and Daddy over the last few weeks.
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| Notice the "vomit mat" on the floor. She was a sick little girl. |
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| Yes, he was wearing a purple "amulet" to make her happy. |
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| "Cratch my legs" |
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| "Throwed outta gear" according to the transmission mechanic. |
