Our Hero

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan. ~Garrison Keillor



He stays home with you when you are sick.
He is patient with you when you are unreasonable.
He digs for boogers.
He hunts for lost toys.
He reads to you.
He brushes out the tangles.
He makes dinner.
He does the dishes.
He values his time spent with you.
He tells me to stop worrying.

And he really, really loves you.
And me.

And today, and this week, I am so grateful for him.
He's our hero, isn't he?