I have been cruising the web in hopes of seeing how other bloggers have celebrated their 100th post. That truly is something to celebrate! Some have mentioned that on your 100th post you are supposed to list 100 things about yourself! Ummm...not so much. Not only do I not want to think of 100 things to say about myself, I don't have the time it would take to THINK up 100 things about myself. Others have listed their "Most"s. Most visited link, post with the most Digg's, etc. I don't really have anything that fits into that category as well. So as I looked at other sites so just simply went on posting without even noticing the number of posts. I didn't like that idea either as I have worked HARD to get to 100 posts. I guess that leaves me sitting here wondering what the crap I am supposed to post about.
Then, as I sat and looked around the room, as my wife is working on her projects and the kids are sleeping peacefully in their beds, I decided that I wanted to blog on how much I love being a daddy. I didn't think anything would be better than just simply being married. I love my wife and we really had a great time in those early days of our marriage. We had good friends, played games frequently, and had many dates together.
Then came along son #1. He was such a change. He made our lived hectic, but wonderful at the same time. He taught me to be patient, and that kids are funny creatures. What an amazing young man he is. Never a day goes by that he doesn't ask a thought provoking "What If" question. "Daddy, what if the sky were purple?", "Daddy, what if we all walked on our hands?", and they go on and on. I love that he is imaginative and hard working (ok, mostly hard working). He is in 3rd grade this year and I am starting to feel REALLY old. (Sorry Heidi- I know you have a 12 year old! Ouch! :) ) He is among the top of his class, and loves math. I get asked what the answer is to many a math problem these days. I like it, it keeps my math skills fresh and ready to use.
Later, came my sweet little princess and only daughter. What a jewel she is. I love her very much. I think she really does have me around her little finger. She is my special girl and a daddy's girl. I love that. A lot. She just started Kindergarten this year and is really enjoying it. She is a little on the bossy side (I guess if you had had 3 brothers to fight off, you would be too) and a true hint-ter. "Daddy, that candy sure looks good!". Sounds like me when I was little. I learned my lesson young to simply ask for what you want. She is a girly-girl 150%. She loves to play dress-up (poor bug (son #2)- he gets roped into playing house and baby all the time), she loves doing her hair, and she simply must do her makeup and sticker earrings everyday. She cracks me up! She has a great spirit about her and is fun to be around. She is also very loving and is a great hug giver!
Next came son #2. What a cutie. As he has grown, he has really developed a very independent attitude (and that is putting it mildly). The foot stomping and grunting won't ever make me love him less, just worry more about how he will behave when faced with a problem later in life. But nothing, and I mean, nothing can beat him running to me when I come home from school and scream "Daddy!" and jump into my arms and hug me, and then tell me, "Daddy, I missed you today!". Man, talk about melting a guys heart. I love you bug!
That brings us to my last (at least for the time being- or maybe forever) son #3. What a joy he has been. It was hard for me at first. He wanted nothing to do with me. That was hard. I wanted to hold him and love him. Then, thanks for CORE Academy (see past posts of oodles of info on this topic) I got to spend the summer with him. I saw him everyday. I got to play with him, I got to read to him, and hold him while he went to sleep. By the end of the summer, we became great buds. In fact, now, when I get home from school, he will toddle over to me with a bug smile and his arms raised and want to be picked up. That is so wonderful. I love his smile and his giggle when you tickle him. Man, what a blessing he is.
I don't think I would give up, trade, or redo anything about my life. I have been through a lot, but I have learned so much from those experiences. That is the best part. Those experiences make us who and what we are. I can't, no, I WON'T imagine my life without my wife and children. Thank the Lord for families and love. I wouldn't be here telling you this except for that!
Thanks for sharing this special 100th post with me. I hope you have a great day!