They Call Him Daddy

These kiddos…

They call this guy Daddy.

I know…

Those aren’t the best pictures, but getting some people to pose is pretty complicated! ๐Ÿ™‚

(Yea, no comment.)

I’m guessing you’re wondering what this post is all about.


Well it has a whole lot… actually it has everything to do with the fact that the guy pictured above (we’ll call him checkers ๐Ÿ™‚ had a birthday. Notice the ‘had’ in the last sentence? I would love to make it look good and make it sound like his birthday is today and I’m writing this post right on time but the truth is: I’m writing this 7 whole days late. A week, that would be a week late in case you didn’t catchย just how late this really is! ๐Ÿ™‚

I tried to write it last Wednesday, but I couldn’t even decide on a title. So, after about 30 minutes and five ‘starts’ followed by five ‘delete alls’…

I quit.

For some unknown reason I cannot sit down and write off the top of my head. Usually I have this subject rolling around in my head, I think it through from every angle possible .

(I’m a thinker not a feeler, if you studied personalities you will know what that means and if you didn’t… well it means I process things with my brain not my emotions ๐Ÿ™‚ Which might sound logical, but really, it’s not always, because Depending on the situation I can appear pretty heartless because rather then feeling… I think.)

Anyway… I think something through ย (google and books play their parts as well ๐Ÿ™‚ till I come up with a thought process that makes sense and it has to make sense from every angle or it doesn’t make enough sense that I’ll accept it for a final conclusion.

Got that?:)

After awhile I have all this loose information floating around in my head and it starts to feel rather disorganized. Then when I sit down and write, its easy, my thoughts tend to run faster then my fingers can type.

But if I didn’t think it through, then I sit here staring at a blank computer screen wondering if I actually wrote every blog on this page, because in the moment it simply doesn’t seem possible.

So here we are a week later and I’ve finally organized my thoughts on what I want to write so it shouldn’t be a problem.

The truth is though…

I still didn’t write a single thing that I was going to and have instead written half a blog on things that I had no intention of writing.

Back to this guy…IMG_4061

He’s awesome!:) I couldn’t ask for a better Daddy for our kids. They love him to pieces. (almost literally sometimes.)

Most mornings, within half an hour of being up, Kenzie will say: ” We should sit on the couch and watch for Daddy to come.”

She’s usually not to pleased with my answer of: ” Its going to be awhile before he comes.”


When she finallyย hears his truck pull in, she runs to the couch to look out the window, jumps up and down excitedly and makes sure all the neighbors are aware that, ” DADDY”S HERE!!!”

I fear that because of my lack of jumping and hollering Checkers will assume I’m not excited to see him. (He didn’t seem offended yet tho.)


Kynaston has absolutely no idea what all the excitement is about until the door opens and he actually sees Checkers. He usually gets a BIG smile and then proceeds to watch Checkers’ every move. I can almost see his thoughts: ” Wait. Its him. He lives here too, but I didn’t see him for awhile. Hmm, he’s often not around but he always comes back. Wonder what thats all about.”

Actually I have no idea what he’s thinking but I do know he’s usually excited to see his daddy again. ๐Ÿ™‚

Yes. He’s an awesome Daddy.


He’s also an awesome husband.

He is everything I’m not and I think, I’m everything he’s not. So we do a pretty good job of completing each other. ๐Ÿ™‚

He is a feeler, not a thinker, so he often helps me to see things emotionally rather then just trying to come up with a solution to fix it. I’m often amazed at his ability to feel what our children are feeling. He can actually almost feel it as they are feeling it while I tend to rely on head knowledge.

On many occasions he has come home from a long day of work and after taking one look at our messy house, disgruntled kids and ‘we don’t want to know what I looked like’, he simply stepped in and took care of our grumpy kids and/or he washed the dishes after supper. This made me realize just how awesome he actually is:)

I’m often amazed at his ability to put up with me and my laid back ways. We joke that my ‘adrenaline rush’ equals his ‘calm’. In other words, When he is at his calmest he is still as excited as I am at my most excited.

I love the passion God has put in his heart. I love that he is willing to follow God anywhere at anytime. I even love the fact that he struggles with the mundane routine of life, because he has seen the work God wants done, he has seen the ‘need for Jesus’ thats rampant in this world. For him to be here when theres so much to do there is hard, but he has found peace with even this because for now God said: “Stay.”

Yes. I have learned many things from him and I am incredibly blessed to be his wife and to be able walk this journey called life with him.

So heres celebrating my AWESOME husband on (or after) his birthday! ๐Ÿ™‚

Happy Birthday Checkers!!


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