I don’t remember if I ever thanked my daddy for everything that he taught me. It was already so much, even though I felt like I had so much more to learn from him.
He taught me what love looks like and how an honorable man should treat people. I looked for a relationship that mirrored the love and respect and downright devotion that I saw in my parents’ marriage. And based on that, I chose my Bubba to be my kids’ daddy. And, oh my goodness, that was the right choice.
My Bubba shed tears of joy with me when our daughter was born. He looks at her in wonder and rejoices with her in new discoveries. He will stand with her at the cupboard and patiently let her touch every single thing in it before moving on to something else. He made a makeshift sandbox for her out of a Tupperware tub and gardening sand after seeing how much she enjoyed her little friend’s sand table. He lovingly explains to her the intricacies of shear forces and load bearing supports. He shaves his face just to give her kisses without pokes.
I thank God that I have had two exceptional men influence my life. And Lucy and I are both enormously blessed to have the Bubba for her daddy.