They adore him because they know him.
They trust him because he is trustworthy.
They respect him because he is respectable.
They laugh with him because he is silly.
They wrestle with him because he is strong.
They walk around with tools in their pockets, pencils behind their ears, and black socks pulled high up their ankles because they want to be just like him.
He is adventure and approval.
He is snuggles and security.
He is wild and stern and tender and he delights in who they are and who they are becoming.
He is their Dad. They are blessed.
And I am blessed to watch this beautiful story unfold of a dad and his three boys.
I am Mama. I am Wife.
Yes, I am blessed.
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