My own father passed away before I was born. Growing up I was blessed as I child to have felt the love of a father through grandfathers, uncles and other kindhearted souls.
But I truly didn't understand the concept of fatherhood until Mr. Decor entered my life.
I knew that it would take someone very special to not just capture my heart, but also heal the broken heart of one very sweet little girl. He not only rose to the challenge, he exceeded all expectations.
A few years later sweet boy entered our lives all to early at just over five pounds. The image below of our three week old is indeed beautiful. But it doesn't quite capture everything. It doesn't capture the sweetness of this father singing softly and sweetly to his baby while rubbing the baby's back to keep him warm and calm. It doesn't capture the image of this father laughing and acting fast when repercussions of a diaper less shoot emerged. But most of all it doesn't capture the love and admiration I feel for this man, who thankfully is, the father of my children.
This Father's Day Mr. Decor will sit in a hotel room far from home. He is doing what great fathers everywhere have done for centuries, working to provide for his family.
But he is not alone, for he is truly, deeply and passionately loved by his family who anxiously await his return.