Wednesday, February 11, 2009
One in a million
Hunting and fishing, mud boots and farts.
Beer and hot wings and nachos with peppers.
Tattoos and snoring and clothes left on the bathroom floor.
He is part handy-man, part auto mechanic.
Homeowner and landlord, bar-be-quer of all meats.
Cooker of breakfast, champion of the Living Room Floor Wrestling Federation.
Maker of lunches, delivery man to preschool.
He is teacher of the alphabet, Potty Trainer Extraordinaire.
"Just one more hug, Dad!" and "Daddy's the MAN, I'm the little man, and Mommy's the Queen!"
Not an in-law but an "out-law", laughing -- always laughing.
Charismatic and friend to hundreds.
His birthday parties are always HUGE and well attended.
Phone calls at shift change to see how my night went.
Surprise baths for the boys so Momma doesn't have to.
Laundry done, dishes washed, "I thought we'd see a movie."
He's kind and he's gentle - often to a fault.
"You'd leave me bleeding on a street corner to help an old lady."
Big and barrel-chested, tall, dark and handsome.
Hands that are rough yet gentle.
He's supportive, and sturdy, and there when you need him.
Level-headed, smart, responsible.
I'm mad and I yell - quietly he soaks it in, says nothing.
He's the kind of man a person could live with happily -- for a lifetime or two.