You, daddy, are daddy dearest — Vera’s favourite playmate, and JJ’s punching bag on bad days (when I’ve had enough and I pass him to you).
Whenever you’re home, you’re always up to something with the kids. The house lights up with laughter whenever you’re around, and you’re the perfect balance to mummy’s neurotic-ness.
Yet you are also disciplinarian. Because you hardly raise your voice, when you actually do, we all take notice and proceed with care. (Especially Vera.)
I really don’t need father’s day to come by so that I can say ‘thank you’ for being such a loving and strong father.
I can say that every day, and I probably should (although I do notice now that you’ve cut down a lot on diaper-changing duties).
But poo-related tasks aside, I want to acknowledge you for your love, your care, your efforts to discipline and teach, and your simply just being here.
Because you’re here, I can be confident of these things.
That our children will grow to know and love our God
That they will be confident and well-adjusted adults who will live out lives that are purpose-driven and pleasing to our Maker.
That is the extent, the magic, the power, of a father’s influence on a child.
You are Dad — one with a superhero ability to stay calm when everything around us is caving in.
And I love you.
You are far better than any app that tech geniuses can dream of.
You are iDad. OurDad. The I-can-beat-any-app-hands-down kinda dad.