My children, my grandbabies, and myself are blessed to have a good man in our lives. A man who has worked hard for us for 25 years, so I (the mama/nana) could stay home and give our children an enchanted childhood.
A man who has fathered many children, most not born of his blood.
A man who, after working his normal ten hour workday with another one coming up in a few
short hours, came to the hospital at 1:00am
to hold his babygirl’s just born babygirl.
A man who still takes his wife, of 25 years, on weekly dates and flirts with her daily.
Their children and grandchildren never have to doubt his love for their mama/nana.
A man who cried when his son left for Iraq and when he returned home.
This man is our man and I thank God for him every day.