Climbing aboard the tribute train

Okay, okay. Since everyone else is writing about their Dads in honor of Father’s Day, I will, too. No, I am not going to jump off the bridge if everyone else does, but I would be happy to watch and write about it.

Actually, I am not going to write about my Dad. I will tell you I miss him, because I do. He died when I was 25yrs old. He never had the opportunity to meet my husband or my two boys. I’ve written about Dad in past posts (here’s a good one). When I read posts written by others about their Dad, tears well up in my eyes, as I feel a similar sense of pride and love for my Dad. But. I’m not going there today. For whatever reason, I feel like sadness is creeping in to my blogosphere, and I’d like to try and brighten things up a bit.

So. I am going to write about Rob. But, please don’t tell Rob, OK? See, Rob hates it when I talk about him on this here blog. Hates it. If I post pictures, he hates it even more. I’ve had to pull pictures from my blog, per his request. He was only a little nude.

Come on kids, I was kidding. No nude pictures. Stop scanning through my past posts. I’m serious. Stop.

So anyway, as I was saying. In honor of Father’s Day, I’d like to tell you about my awesome husband and daddy to my boys. (He’s the birth father to the boys, too. For the record n’ all.)

As I type, Rob is outside with the boys during their traditional Friday night Firefly hunt. More often than not, you will find Rob outside with the boys. Actually, more often than not, you’ll find Rob chopping wood for Joe, so he can find grubs and beetles. (Grubs and beetles live in rotting logs.) Regardless of the outdoor activity, Rob is the go-to man for the boys. I am genuinely amazed at the patience Rob has with the boys. Rarely does Rob answer ‘no’, if the boys ask him to play with them.

Rob bakes with the boys. Cookies, jelly rolls, pancakes, french toast, etc. if the boys want to bake, they ask Rob. Rob spends quality time with the boys every single day the boys are home. There is not a day that goes by that does not involve Rob sitting with the boys at some point during the day. Honest. (Sometimes, it’s down right annoying how good this guy is….)

As for me, I could not ask for a better partner in life. Well, maybe I could. But, who writes a post about their husband in honor of Father’s Day and says, “I could find better, but he’s pretty good.”?

In all seriousness, through our trials and tribulations (How do I battle thee – let me count the ways…), Rob’s loyalty and dedication to me and our marriage has been steadfast. With divorce papers in front of him, he looked at me and refused to sign. He did not want to give up on us, and he was willing to live with the crap for the sake of the marriage. And trust me when I say, I put him through a great deal of crap.

I yell. I scream. I slam doors. I throw things. (I don’t generally do all of those things together. Well, not often. Um, maybe once or twice a month year at least most.) I am so fortunate to have Rob in my life. No, seriously. I’m lucky the guy didn’t high tail it outta here, when I gave him the chance.

This Father’s Day I will do my very best to show Rob the love and adoration I have for him. Because, honestly, I do love and adore Rob. Sure, I could write a tell-all book about him … but I love this man. Rob is not only the father of my kids, he is a father to the kids; Rob is the mechanic for my car, the baker of goodies, the buyer of my ice cream, the calculator for my math-challenged brain, the massage’r of my feet, the outdoors-man to my children, the shower cleaning stud-man, and perhaps most important – Rob is the stability to my mania.

True Story:
So, prior to clicking ‘Publish’, Rob sits down next to me.

“I’m writing a blog about you.” I say.
“Don’t write about me.”
“Oh come on – I am writing in jest, and it is more about me than you.”
“A blog is like living a public life. I don’t want to live a public life.”
“Rob, this is going to be funny. I’m writing about how even though I am crazy, get mad, throw things and slam doors, you’ve stuck with me. And. AND, I tell them that you are hot.”
“Oh. Okay. That’s fine.”

Let’s leave the stuff I mentioned, prior to the conversation with Rob, as our own public little secret, OK? Oh, and I almost forgot… my husband is hot. Hubba-hubba.

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Be kind. Take care of yourself and each other. Happy Father’s Day everyone!