When I met my husband nearly 15 years ago, I knew there was something special about this guy, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Back then we were just a couple of college kids trying to make it through this strange chapter in our lives, where we were still so young but living in a somewhat adult world.
One of the best things about my husband, Brian, is his personality. It’s the tale as old as time, girl from the big city meets country boy and they live happily ever after. I don’t know that Brian has ever met a stranger. In fact, we strongly debate about when our actual first meeting was. Prior to our official meeting, there were two other interactions that he doesn’t quite recall. But being that he is the guy that talked to everyone at the party, he probably wouldn’t have remembered our very brief interactions.
Fast forward all these years later and we were blessed with two amazing sons. I never understood until we became parents how I could love someone even more than I already did. My love for Brian grew even deeper when I watched him become a dad.
We both really wanted a baby girl, but I believe we were meant to have boys. There is never a dull moment in our house, and now that they’re getting older, we do even more fun and memorable stuff together. Brian was put on this earth to do many things, but being a dad is at the top of his list.
My husband came from a very large Polish family, the “Polish army” as I like to refer to them. Each of his parents was 1 of 6 children in their family. Needless to say, we never run out of food or conversation, and I am very blessed to be a part of this amazing bunch on both sides.
My father-in-law, Donald “Donnie” Engelhardt (who many of you probably know and is my claim to fame in this area) is someone that I treasure most of all. He has always been a guiding light for our family.
When I lost my dad three years ago, he stepped in at one of the hardest times of my life and just held me tight. I don’t think that I could ever have gotten through any of that without the love and support shown to me by my great “Polish army.” I always wanted to be a part of a large family, as mine was so small that we could all fit in a 10 passenger van, and boy did I hit the jackpot with this one.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss my dad. I wish that I could send him a Father’s Day card in Heaven, even though he had told us not to get him anything, but would then get upset when he didn’t even get a card.
My Dad was the first man I ever loved, and he was a fierce warrior for our family. He worked hard to provide for his family and saw to it that we always had everything we needed, no matter what. I know that he was proud of my brother and me, and I take great pride in knowing that he is still watching over us even though he isn’t here on earth anymore. He was always our protector, no matter if we were in the right or wrong.
To say that I am lucky to have so many wonderful male figures in my life is a true understatement. My boys are extremely blessed to have all of these role models in their lives who are showing them what it means to be a good father.
I hope all of the wonderful dads out there have a great day, you deserve it. Thank you for all that you do!