I’ve got some pretty great fathers in my life. My grandpa tells the story of washing clothes and hanging them out to dry after my aunt was born – in a time when that was probably not the husband’s typical role. But he did it willingly because he loves his family well.

My dad has always been hands on and involved. He’s the reason I love to write. He’s also one reason I have the courage to pursue things I sometimes think are out of my reach. From homework help to standing up to my nasty sixth grade teacher, he’s had my back since day one.

And then there’s my husband – he takes such great care of our son. I hate to say he’s actually Maddox’s first choice for pretty much anything. He also does most of the dishes and laundry in our house, and I ain’t complainin’, friends….

I’ve never quite understood the dad jokes of being hands off or stand ins while the real parent is grocery shopping. I just don’t get it. The men in my life are the same in public as they are in private. They’re kind-hearted, selfless, and devoted to their families. And they’ve shown me just a glimmer of what God’s love for us looks like. 🧡