We're a few days ahead. But we wanted to make sure we blogged something very special to us. We're so blessed to know so many amazing dads. We are surrounded by friends and family who are awesome fathers. They deserve so much love today. Thank you so much to all the hard working dads and step-dads who are amazing parents to their children. We appreciate your love and compassion and we hope you feel appreciated throughout the year. Here's a few stories of our own fathers that we wanted to share with you (as told by each of us respectively).
This is Bob (I like to call him "Roberto"). He's my baseball statistic loving, excel formula master, tree chopping dad. He's crazy smart, loves math and numbers and riddles, and is a huge fan of The Who. When I was a little girl we used to stay up super late to watch the David Letterman show. I loved watching the top 10 list, even though I never knew what any of it was about. But he would laugh and laugh and I loved to laugh with him, too. He and I have always been night owls. When I lived alone for the first time in an apartment in Manhattan, some drunk guy wandered into my building at 2am and started banging on my door thinking it was his own house. I panicked and called my dad. I knew he was the only one who would also still be up. He talked me through it, saying "Apartment complexes are like mazes to drunk people, he'll probably wander off soon." He talked to me on the phone until the guy fell asleep on the staircase. But I felt a little better knowing that this wasn't the most abnormal thing to happen in a college town. He's saved me from a few disasters and always reads every single part of my long winded emails. He even reads every blog post I send to him. (Hi dad! I love you!) I hope he has a great Father's day and we can't wait for our next trip to KC so we can make a pit stop in Guthrie.
This is a photo of me on the day I got my step-dad. I was 11 years old and had broken my foot on the day he proposed to my mom. (I'm kind of a plan ruiner). It takes a really amazing person to be a fantastic step parent. From day one, Marinus has loved me as fully and unconditionally as he loves my little half brother Martin, his own son. There is never a doubt in my mind that he is and will always be as big a part of my family as my mother is to me. On the day he married my mom he also promised to me that he was gaining a wife as much as he was gaining a daughter. He kept that promise, even through the awful teenage years. One of my favorite memories of him is when he came to Kansas State to help me set up my gallery showing. I had no measurements or plans for how to hang my work. He saved me with a measuring tape and a level. Spent hours mapping it all out and hanging my photographs perfectly. He has always selflessly assisted in all of my unorganized endeavors. He spent hours in a tuxedo on a humid July morning making sure my wedding was as perfect as I had planned. He's will always, without fail, answer his phone (my mom and I are phone abandoners and cannot be trusted) and is always ready to help me put together any art project I'm working on. We love you and we hope your day is as great as you are!
This happy guy right here is, Roy. Enter his home and he'll always greet you with a smile and offer you a St. Pauli Girl! After helping my mother raise five children and currently raising two of his six grandchildren, you'd think he'd have worn out by now. You'd be wrong, however; after putting in 10 hour days, you can usually find him outdoors chasing around the grand kids, working in the garden, or mowing the lawn. He's not all work, though. He loves to spend time shooting hoops, pitching horseshoes, or hitting buckets of balls at the driving range. Legend around the neighborhood says that he hasn't missed a free throw since '78, and I wouldn't be the one to argue. He's the type of person who is always helping others, and leaves little time for himself. He does it all without ever asking to be validated for his hard work, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve the recognition! Without him as a father, I would not have as high standards for my own work ethic. He's absolutely the hardest-working man I've ever met, and I have the privilege of being able to call him "Dad."