Their Father...

Actually he's their daddy. I haven't used the term father, ever. He's the one that plays board games with them.
He teaches them how to use a bow and arrow, shoot a gun.
He's there when they get hurt and mom can't stomach the thought of how bad it could have been or is.(story about why G is only wearing one shoe and hopping around later) He cuddles them when I'm all touched out. He teaches them about sports and hunting. He sets them straight when they start to get out of line.
If it wasn't for him these kids wouldn't experience most of what they do. They wouldn't go hunting, camping, know how to play baseball, learn to shoot a gun. They also wouldn't know the things they know, some of it useless knowledge but knowledge all the same. They wouldn't own a dog or know what deer steak taste like. They wouldn't know every Star Wars movie inside out.


So thank you Mr. Fun for being the dad every child deserves to have.





Thank you for loving them, encouraging them and letting them know they can fly.

Thank you for loving them and having their back when they need you.




And thank you to my lovely mother in law for raising such an awesome, loving, smart man.