Parenting is a funny thing.
Sometimes you are on top of the world. It’s smooth sailing, everyone is getting along and acting like decent people.
Mid-blink it has all changed and the kids are trying to outscream each other while throwing poorly aimed punches…and sometimes rocks. (True story)
It takes teamwork to do this.
A combination of my free-spirited (some call it messy) personality, our strong willed wild girls and a few other factors leaves me craving stability.
For the last decade and a half (if you count dating) Lynn has been my reliable source of reason.
The girls worship the ground he walks on. A sharp glance from him accomplishes more than my loudest mom-bellow. (Don’t deny it, you’ve yelled at your kids before too)
Right now the three of them are crammed on a 4-Wheeler and are off checking cows in this 91degree humid heat. You could not pry one of the kids off that 4-wheeler with a stick. It’s the highlight of their week…and I suspect it is the highlight of Lynn’s week too.
He’s a good husband. He is honest and dependable, and the hardest worker I’ve ever met. He’s funny too, when he will quit thinking long enough to have a conversation.
We are happy despite the fact that our strong natures collide at fairly regular intervals. Sometimes he’s wrong, sometimes I am. More often than not, it is me that is wrong but DON’T TELL HIM THAT. Maybe we both are a
little lot stubborn. That might be where C1 & C1 get their tenacity.
We are given few gifts that last a long time in this life. Lynn is mine and in turn the girls as well.
Thanks for being an awesome Daddy Lynn. I love you. Happy Father’s Day.