Fathers

Yesterday was a day to celebrate fathers. I had two to celebrate; my own and the father of my children. As for my own father, what can I say? I think the two most important things my father does for me is to 1.) tell me he loves me, and 2.) tell me he is proud of me. I have so many memories of my father saying the words "I love you" to me, and he continually tells me that I am doing a good job, or how smart he thinks I am, or how special of a person I am. Do you have any idea how much that means to me? When someone continually tells you they are proud of you, it gives you strength. For me it was strength to start my own business, strength to stand up for myself, strength to be a kind person, strength to be a good mother and wife. Thank you dad for never forgetting to tell me what was in your heart...that is true strength and I admire you immensely for it. And then there is the father of my children. So very like my own father, which is probably why I love him so much. Being a father to two small boys is no simple task, but even with all the frustrations and chaos, he never forgets to tell his children how much he loves them or how special they are. My parents once said "we are our mothers and we marry our fathers".

Lucky me.