Happy Father's Day to this guy, my husband, daddy to three. This guy is an excellent, excellent dad. For our kids' whole life, he has stayed home with them when I was working. He is a calm and even force in our family, even when chaos is going on all around. He has no qualms about bringing the trio places alone-from errands to hiking a mountain (which he did both this week). He is super involved in their lives and would do anything for them.
Case in point. Justin was just commenting/laughing about living in a house with all these books.
He said "Twenty years ago, if you would have told me I'd be living in a big farm house without TV, but with piles of books around, I would have laughed aloud."
Adrian quipped, "Well, you are just a part of a family who loves books, dad. It's just the way it is."
Because he loves them so, the kids talked him into reading a couple of chapters of our new copy of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle aloud to them. He is not an independent reader. Definitely does not volunteer to read aloud. Graciously tolerates the racket of audio books in the cars when he'd much prefer music. But if his kids ask him to read, he'll do it. (Psst....I think they all enjoyed Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle too.)
I call him a heluva good dad and we're all thankful for him. Happy Father's Day, Justin!