A Fathers Day

A Fathers day can start at 4, when a good dog barks to be let out, at the door.
Then again at 5:56 better up than a puddle to fix.
A Fathers night with ear plugs in as to be able to sleep through the night (while his wife lies snoring)
A fathers life is one of loving care.
He works and toils for his children's mother who he adores.
He listens and teaches his young ones about life's war.

Our Father is a man of valor
He stands for Truth
Love and Honor.

His labor starts and his toil lingers.
All for us and the pleasure it brings him.
He works with pride in what he is doing.
He is acknowledged by his peers and beloved by his fellows.
It brings me peace to know character is prized above the "almighty dollar".

He eats his bread in pleasure ever grateful for the hands that prepare it.

Our Father is a Daddy
A Father of many.
Although he raises only two, his heart extends far out to the orphan.
He Loves his wife, for her and for our children he is laying down his life.
He is living as a servant to his sisters and his brothers.
Never has he made the poor man beg for a bone.

Our Sweet Mr Uncommon our Daddy Man as we lovingly call him,
Lives a "Father's Day ",
each and every day of his life.

They are playing army guy
They use a ball rolled down the hall to knock over each others "guy's"

Little Dove heard the fun...

Daddy Man brought her into the game.
They were taking turns.
He is stopping the ball.
They were laughing and having a great time.