Where do we even begin?
Fathers are, quite simply, a magical species. They’re strong and stern, funny and wise, gentle yet steady. They show up in our lives in big ways and small ones—teaching us, protecting us, guiding us, and loving us the best way they know how.
So today, I want to share a few words about the father figures who’ve made a deep impact on my life.
My Dad
My dad is one of the hardest-working individuals I’ve ever known. Growing up, he was a provider—always making sure we had what we needed, even if that meant sacrificing his own comfort.
We didn’t always see eye to eye when I was younger (who does, really?), but over time he’s become one of my favorite people to talk to. He’s hilarious, and when it comes to rock music trivia, nobody—and I mean nobody—can compete. If there’s a documentary about a band, he’s watched it. Twice.
My Husband
Watching my husband as a father has been one of the greatest joys of my life.
He’s steady and kind, patient and present. He works hard, leads by example, and meets our kids exactly where they are. He has high expectations, yes—but he shows them how to rise to the occasion with love, guidance, and consistency.
He’s the kind of dad who teaches, not just tells—and I am so grateful for the kind of man and father he is.
My Father-in-Law
This man is a walking encyclopedia of random facts.
Where my dad reigns in rock music knowledge, my father-in-law wins in sheer variety. Jeopardy might play a part, but honestly? I think it’s his lifelong love of reading and retaining everything.
He’s a Vietnam vet with a tough-guy exterior—but deep down, he’s one of the most thoughtful people I know. You can casually mention something you’re looking for, and next thing you know, it’s in your mailbox. That’s just who he is.
My Grandfather (“Big Daddy”)
Though I lost him when I was just nine, my grandfather—my “Big Daddy”—left a mark on my heart that time hasn’t erased.
He was a giant of a man, both in stature and spirit. At 6’4” and 400 pounds, he seemed larger than life. He was often sick during my childhood, but even through that, he created magical moments.
I remember climbing into his hospital bed to watch documentaries—especially the one about Dracula—and planning our imaginary trip to Transylvania. We never made it, but that memory has stayed with me ever since. If I ever get to go, I’ll carry him with me in spirit.
To All the Dads
Today we honor them all:
The goofy ones, the stern ones, the trivia masters, the quiet heroes, the ones who show up even when it’s hard.
May we cherish the memories, learn from their wisdom, laugh at their dad jokes, and remember how deeply we’re loved.
Here’s to the fathers who are larger than life—thank you for being everything we needed and more. 💙
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