If you ever ask my boys who their hero is, you can bet they will answer with "my dad". I would not have it any other way. My husband was made to be the father of boys. As someone who grew up with one sister, I am especially thankful to have him to coach me through all this boy stuff that, up until nearly 8 years ago, was completely foreign to me. I have asked my husband on more than one occasion, "Is this normal?" when something that a female would never do is happening in front of my eyes. Whether it's the amount of wrestling that occurs in my house--almost non stop on some days--to the dangerous stunts they pull when playing outside, I constantly have to step back and try not to overreact. Boys will be boys and my husband is right there in the middle of all the wrestling and ball playing and yes, he even had a go on the slip-n-slide one summer. He does draw the line at playing in the mud and tubing down the basement stairs. But I have to say I am thankful that my kids have such a great dad--he will do almost anything they want to do just to connect with them in some way.
So, this past summer the hero status was kicked up a notch when my husband got his very first Harley Davidson motorcyle. Now these boys are pining away to take a ride on the back whenever the weather is nice. I think my little W was actually shaking with excitement last weekend when daddy told him he could go first. I failed to get a picture of that but I did manage to capture one of A and daddy. It was only a quick trip around the neighborhood for each of them, but it totally made their day. And seeing their little faces light up after doing something fun with their dad made my day too.
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