I have watched him with our children since the first day our oldest daughter was born. With tears in his eyes, he held her, loved her a cherished her. Fifteen years later, he still does.
I remember holding his hand at the graveside of our little girl. Together we felt the loss of losing one so small. How the pain tried to keep us apart from each other. How thankful I am that he was committed to walking through the pain together.
I remember the ultra sound technician telling us that our fourth child was a boy. I remember being stunned at how excited my husband was that he finally had a boy - (even though minutes earlier he had told me it did not really matter to him - boy or girl - he had no preferences)! How special it was, that James - his first son, was born on Father's Day 10 years ago.
I watch him with our Zak and all his special needs. Rob speaks a language with Zak that only the two of them know. His gentleness, kindness and vision for this boy is remarkable. He never sees limitations for Zak - always possibilities.
A just recently, I have watched him with our new little one. The tears stop instantly at Daddy's pacing and singing. Already the bonding - the love - and the affection she has for her new Daddy. I can let her in on a little secret, her Daddy is smitten with her too.
How blessed I am to have a husband that values the role of Father above almost all other roles in his life. Thanks Honey, for being the wonderful father you are to our children. You inspire me with your love for our family.
Happy Father's Day,