Growing up I was a complete Daddy's girl. There is no denying on either of our parts that I had my Daddy wrapped around my finger. I still do a little bit. My father is a hardworking, quiet, thoughtful, God fearing, quirky, playful, amazing man. I look up to him for wisdom, advice and guidance. I adored the way he loved my mother and growing up with their marriage as an example, my future husband had big shoes to fill. In fact my Dad set a high standard for my expectations in relationships and I was searching for someone with my Dad's qualities. One night after an Auburn football game a bunch of friends went to grab something to eat. Basically I had finagled my way into an invite because I had a little crush on Adam. I made sure I walked with him to Subway and stood with him in line. When we were getting drinks he got coke without any ice. Something I had seen my father do a thousand times. I got excited. I asked him, "Why didn't you get any ice?" And his reply, "Why put ice in something that is already cold?" My fathers exact words. And I knew that instant. I will marry this man. He will be the father of my children. Psycho, but ended up being true.Adam has met and exceeded my little girl expectations laid down by my father. He is everything I could have dreamed of and more. Sure, he's not perfect no one is. He spoils me, helps me, comforts me, inspires me, guides me, and he thinks I'm cute. But more than the things he does for me are the things he does for Noah. He adores our little man. He does diaper duty, gets up with him to do the first feeding at 6:30, gives him a bath, plays with him, prays for him, researches everything about baby development, takes him to the doctor, and dreams about the future... playing catch and most importantly watching Star Wars together. Adam is a great father and his love for Noah is rivaled only by his love for me. I couldn't ask for more. As Adam grows as a father and as we add more kids to the mix I know he will be the kind of example of God loving, people respecting, outreaching, family adoring, the right thing doing man for Noah that his own father was and is for Adam. I am so thankful for the legacy of fatherhood that Adam had growing up. And that Noah will have. Happy Father's Day Adam, Puddin, and Papa!! I love you all!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The First Father's Day
Growing up I was a complete Daddy's girl. There is no denying on either of our parts that I had my Daddy wrapped around my finger. I still do a little bit. My father is a hardworking, quiet, thoughtful, God fearing, quirky, playful, amazing man. I look up to him for wisdom, advice and guidance. I adored the way he loved my mother and growing up with their marriage as an example, my future husband had big shoes to fill. In fact my Dad set a high standard for my expectations in relationships and I was searching for someone with my Dad's qualities. One night after an Auburn football game a bunch of friends went to grab something to eat. Basically I had finagled my way into an invite because I had a little crush on Adam. I made sure I walked with him to Subway and stood with him in line. When we were getting drinks he got coke without any ice. Something I had seen my father do a thousand times. I got excited. I asked him, "Why didn't you get any ice?" And his reply, "Why put ice in something that is already cold?" My fathers exact words. And I knew that instant. I will marry this man. He will be the father of my children. Psycho, but ended up being true.Adam has met and exceeded my little girl expectations laid down by my father. He is everything I could have dreamed of and more. Sure, he's not perfect no one is. He spoils me, helps me, comforts me, inspires me, guides me, and he thinks I'm cute. But more than the things he does for me are the things he does for Noah. He adores our little man. He does diaper duty, gets up with him to do the first feeding at 6:30, gives him a bath, plays with him, prays for him, researches everything about baby development, takes him to the doctor, and dreams about the future... playing catch and most importantly watching Star Wars together. Adam is a great father and his love for Noah is rivaled only by his love for me. I couldn't ask for more. As Adam grows as a father and as we add more kids to the mix I know he will be the kind of example of God loving, people respecting, outreaching, family adoring, the right thing doing man for Noah that his own father was and is for Adam. I am so thankful for the legacy of fatherhood that Adam had growing up. And that Noah will have. Happy Father's Day Adam, Puddin, and Papa!! I love you all!
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Wonderful post!
I didn't know that about the ice... it's funny when your husband turns out to be a younger version of your dad... I have one of those too!
It is funny! They have so much in common. Last weekend my dad was here to help Adam fix my porch swing. They both asked if the other was mad at them. They are both quiet but then they both think that means frustration and anger.
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