Thrusday Thirteen

13 Reasons I love Dads

1.They know a lot of information, whether it is about super heroes, space, and sports or how to turn a potato into a radio; Dad’s know a lot of stuff.

2.Dads are the head of the household, but they know who really is in charge and they are perfectly fine with that.

3. Dads have a huge impact on their daughters. The first man a little girl falls in love with is her Dad, and all the men in her life will be compared to him.

4. You can’t beat the love and protectiveness Dad’s have for their little girls, Dads know what it was like to be a young man.

5. Dads are an irreplaceable role model for their sons. They show them how to be men. Another good reason Dads remember how it was to be a young man.

6.Dads replenish their wives. Moms who give love and affection all day (sometimes with little in return) need to be replenished. That is where Dad comes in. When he shows Mom all of his love and affection, she is filled up and able to give her love easily to their children.

7. Two words…piggyback rides

8.Dads have interesting ideas. They come up with cool projects for their kids without a care how messy the project may get.

9. Cooking, I know Moms can cook fantastic meals, but there is something about a meal when Dad cooks it. It just taste so good. Once again he does not mind the mess that comes with letting the little people help.

10.Dads are funny. They can get away with some jokes and funny situations that some Mom’s can’t. If Dad does something funny the kids will roar with laughter, if mom does the same thing the kids will look at her and say, “ewww gross mom!”

11. Children view their Dad as the strongest man in the world. Nothing bad can happen in the dark at night when Dad is there. He can beat up any monster or bad guy that ever lived.

12. Advice, Dads give very good practical advice. They get to the problem and give a solution, period.

13. Hard work, some Dads work all day long, come home, help with the kids and may even do some house work. Now that is cool.

Thursday Thirteen

Super Hero

The most important thing a Father can do for his children is love their Mother. ~Unknown

This quote holds so much truth. I think the reverse is true as well. What is more precious to a mother than her children? And what warms a mother’s heart more than a man who loves and cherishes those children.

A man who would sacrifice his own life to make sure those children were safe and sound.A husband can be such a wonderful title. Becoming a husband can bring out a man’s potential that he never knew he had. But becoming a father and giving his children all of himself makes that man different. It makes his soul shine, and his agendas worthwhile. It also brings out a love from his wife that she may not have known she possessed.

When I think of Big D as my husband and as my children’s Father, this is what comes to mind. A man that has been transformed into something he may have never thought he could be, a Provider, a protector, a teacher, a super hero, and a friend.

I loved my husband more than life itself the day I married him. When I saw the transformation from husband into father I did not know there could be such an intense love. Being the Father that he is to the most precious people in my life is something I will forever be grateful for.

He is our provider, our protector, our teacher, and most definitely our super hero.

Tangled Up Puppet

Today we celebrated Father’s Day with my Dad. What is not to love about my Dad or Papa as the little folks call him. I am blessed to have such a great man as an influence in my life. My children are blessed to have such a wonderful Papa. He is the one who never tires of pushing the kids on the swing. The kids know that Papa almost never says no when it comes to playing or joking around. He teaches them to paint, plant gardens, do science experiments, the list goes on.



For this day the kids made Papa a stepping-stone. We also gave him a picture of Bug, Oney, and him on the beach. I know I posted this picture before, but I absolutely love it.



My Dad is a very creative man. He is an artist and quite crafty. We call him Martha Stewart at times. He paints scenic art, influenced by Bob Ross the artist who is on or was on TV. My Dad also makes wooden toys and games. He plays the guitar, a lot of my memories as a child are being around a camp fire while my dad picked away at his guitar while we all sang songs. I love his creativity and his love for it.

Two of my Dad's paintings


My Dad loves imagination. He was always telling me stories and fairy tales as a child. Playing make-believe was always fun with my Dad. He has built a fairy garden in his back yard for the kids. It is a little place where the kids can walk through and try to find all the little fairy statues that are hidden there. Papa only requires that you make a fairy wish before entering. My children have great imaginations. They eat this stuff up.

The fairy garden

One of the fairies that live there.


He is someone you can turn to. He loves nothing more than to help people. Anyone who may have a problem or needs a person to listen can always come to my Dad. Weather it is a quick question or you need a couple of hours. My Dad will listen and try to help any way he can.


I have many fond memories with my Dad. One of my favorite memories is my wedding. My Dad was about to give away his only little girl. I know it was hard for him. He left all the planning to my Mom and me. But he picked out the perfect Daddy- Daughter dance. This song is special to my Dad and me because it represents us so perfectly.


Tangled Up Puppet by Harry Chapin

I'm a tangled up puppet,

Spinning round in knots,
And the more I see what I used to be,
The less of you I've got.

There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild
Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello
Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go

You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs of love"
For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove
Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own
But you just turn away and say "please leave me alone."

And I'm a tangled up puppet
All hanging in your strings
I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
Fluttering my wings

And the more that I keep dancing
And spinning round in knots
The more I see what I used to be
And the less of you I've got

You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things
You keep changing your moods like your earrings and rings
But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard
Just for a moment I caught you off guard

But now you write your secret poems
In a room just for your dreams
You don't find time to talk to me
About the things you mean

And what I mean is--
I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts
And find the grace and form of a fine work of art
Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own

Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all-alone



We practiced our dance to this song and we became pretty good if I do say so myself.


At the time I was so caught up in the whirl wind of getting married and the love for my husband, I did not really grasp what my Dad was going through and how special he was trying to make this moment for me.


Now I have my own family with my own children. I can now fully appreciate the love my Dad had for me that day. It was only a few months ago that I called him up to tell him how much that song and our dance meant to me. How the memory is irreplaceable. And how I truly felt his unconditional love.


To my tangled up puppet, Happy Fathers Day, thank you for being you. I could not ask for anything more.