For My Dad

So I know that in a few other post I have mentioned about how everyday I gain more respect for my parents everyday that I am one. For them to raise 3 have decent boys that did not kill themselves or each other is pretty remarkable. Danielle and I were just talking the other day how we know karma is going to come back to haunt us as Noah gets older. To think about what we put our parents through and the possibility Noah will put us through the same thing.... It scares us. 

But today I am going to let you in on a little secret. I literally have the greatest dad anyone could ask for. If I am at all a speck of a good father it is because he taught me how. He ALWAYS put himself last in our family. He would in a second get out of bed to get my mom a glass of water or paint and repaint every wall in our house just to make her happy.  He is the perfect example to me of what a godly, self sacrificing, loving father should be. Whenever I have a problem, I call my mom for "housekeeping" issues, but I call my dad for wisdom. He may wear high socks, snore like a buffalo with a cold, tell cheesy jokes, and always tucks in his shirt...but he's pretty awesome. If I asked him to come to Orlando to help me, he would be here tomorrow just to spend a whole day fixing things around my house. 

My dad gets almost giddy when he thinks about Noah. The kid is not 11 months but with the way my dad talks about him,  you think he had just won the Heisman for Georgia. I can't wait for Noah to get older so my dad can take him fishing, camping, and how to work on a car.  I wasn't as close as I would've liked to be with my grandad (my dad's dad) so I want to be sure Noah never has that problem. Before Noah was born,  and we were talking about what Noah would call his grandparents, my dad said he wanted to be called Grandy, I thought it was silly at first, but hey, after all he's done for me, its the least I can do.

Saturday I posted on my Facebook and twitter (@nosheehanigans) a picture of a wheelbarrow Noah got me for Father's Day with the post "what does it say about me when this year for Fathers Day I got the same thing I got my dad last year, and I'm probably equal or even more excited than he was" I posted that with the realization that I am slowly becoming more like my dad everyday...and I'm totally ok with that.

Thanks Dad