The Best Daddy

Sometimes, a daddy does something very small that seems so very big.  I think that even Jeff may not understand how great of a dad he is.

He often has patience when I do not.  He often has calm when my temper flares.  He often sees logic where I see chaos.  He provides for us.  He keeps us safe and secure.

He is the best daddy.

He came through for his daughter for Colts Day last week.  Funny side bar on that one... Ms. Lori shared a group photo from Colts Day... see if you can spot Teagan in it...

He is the best daddy.

Thursday night, Jeff proved, once again, that he is more than a solid husband and father.  He proved that he is the best daddy.  I was at music team.  It had been moving day at work and I rushed from work to our side of town.  Jeff and the kids and Christy and I met up to have dinner together.  We ate, played, hugged, talked about Teagan’s fantastic day as Ms. Lori’s helper.

I went to church and Jeff took the kids home for bedtime. 

I had left home at 7, didn’t get home until 9 after music team and stopping to buy diapers.   The children were nestled, all snug in their beds… oh wait… wrong story.  But you get the idea.  He managed bedtime and bathtime and so on all by himself- because he’s their dad, not because he was doing something special.

The next day, I notice that Teagan’s fingernails are painted.  I ask if a teacher at school did that for her?  Nope- Daddy did it!

With no prompting, no suggesting, no hinting… heck, it wasn’t an idea in my head at all.  My husband said yes to his daughter.  He took the tiny bottle and brush and delicately painted each of her tiny little fingernails. 

He is the best daddy. 

Today, he is taking his daughter to the movies because she earned it as part of her reward for her 10 days of good choices at school.  A special date- movies are “their thing.” 

He is the best daddy.