(I tried to post an entry about the Fathers in my life before we left for TN and Yahoo lost it for me and I didn't have time to do it over, so I am going to try to do it again now. It is kind of confusing because I did them backwards. It was supposed to do Steve with Bryce first, then the one with Connor and then the one about my Dad, but I guess you all will figure it out.)My husband has been a Father now for around 5 1/2 years. From the moment Bryce was born he instantly became a great Father. Since I was very ill for 5 days after his birth, Steve just got right in, giving him his bath, changing his diapers and loving on him. It was always important to me that the man I married would make it a priority to be a great dad and to spend time with his children and that is exactly what I was blessed with.
There is nothing Bryce enjoys more than playing with his Dad. Sometimes they wrestle, sometimes Daddy is just his jungle gym, sometimes they play ball or they put things together, play cars and trucks or try to beat each other at a game on Gamecube. Steve hardly gets a chance to walk in the door without Bryce yelling, "Yeah, Daddy's home, will you play with me?" Daddy is Bryce's best buddy. It makes me smile to hear them playing together and having so much fun.
Sometimes when Steve gets really busy with his business and it seems like he has no time for anything else, without me saying a word, he will call and ask me if we have any plans for the evening and when I say no, he will say "good because I want to spend the evening playing with my boys because I have been too busy to do that lately." It never fails to make me feel blessed and so happy that he finds it important.
Bryce loves to work with his Dad, sometimes here at our house and sometimes if it is a quick job, riding in his Daddy's big dump truck and "helping" him at work. He feels very important and begs to go work with his Dad often.
Thank you Babe, for being such a wonderful Father to our children. It makes me love you even more than I already do.
then Connor.......
When Connor was born, Steve was right there by my side, encouraging me, scared inside, but being strong and brave outside just for me. I got only a quick glance of Connor before he was whisked away to the NICU and I couldn't see him for the rest of the day or night, until the next morning before he went in for his first surgery. Steve was the proud Dad and tour guide, taking each member of my family in one by one to meet the newest member to our clan. He would come up to my room, his face just glowing talking about how Connor looked and reassure me of how well they were taking care of him. As the days and months unfolded with Connor, Steve was so torn. He wanted to be there for Connor and I in Miami, he had to keep his business going full speed ahead and he wanted to be there to see Bryce often at Mary or Brenda's. He was going 20 different directions at times, but through it all, was keeping tabs on Connor's situation and wishing he could be there more.
The picture above never fails to bring me to tears, first because of the joy that Connor had on his face as he was running to his Daddy's outstretched arms, second because of the look of love on Steve's face as his little miracle boy came running to him and third because two days before we almost lost him when he went into the pond.
Connor always gets excited when he sees his Daddy come into the room. They have a whole ritual they do with Steve's hat. Connor will reach up and take it off his head, hand it to Steve, Steve will throw it down really hard, and Connor will just laugh and laugh. Then he wants to do it all over again.
When we got home from Tennessee a couple days ago, Connor had a hard time deciding who to go to first. He came to me, then reached for Steve, then finally just kept ahold of both of us. It was sweet and precious to see how excited he got and he couldn't stop giving us hugs.
I am so thankful for the Father and man Steve is and for the support he gives us in every way, day after day.
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