Jack is a real man.
He's not ashamed to read princess books to his daughters or sing them songs before bedtime.
Or to swing with them.
He still picks and plants flowers for us.
|Our wildflower patch, sown by Jack's hand.|
And encourages us to develop our talents.
|(Including babysitting so I can go riding).|
He even takes an interest in our talents and hobbies.
|"Training" Dancer for me. He even remembered a helmet!|
He is a great ponderer. Especially while grilling.
Goofy is his middle name.
And as much as he serves and loves us, he does the same for others.
|That's him throwing hay on the trailer for us and our neighbors while I sat, hugely pregnant in the truck.|
I picked the right guy. Jack is a real man.
Happy Father's Day to all the real men.