Happy Fathers Day Rob!!!!

Many years ago I met this guy from a small town. He wore cowboy boots on occasion , brown leather jacket, red and green tennis shoes and drove this really strange VW bug around. He was one of the nicest guys I had ever met and didn't quite know what to make of that........A nice guy? What a concept. It took me from November 88 to Valentines Day 89 to really figure out that he was the real deal.....

We started dating, living together, getting engaged and then married. Through it all there was mullets, pierced ears, perms, really short shorts, colorful pants and lots of fun. Then there was me lots skinnier, bigger glasses and not just highlights but coloring the whole head of hair a strange red color for a while.........

Little did I know he would move me back to the small town and we would have two kids. When the kids were babies Rob had an infinite amount of patience for dealing with late nights, hungry babies, dirty diapers and co-sleeping with them in our bed. He even worried that the tags from the clothes would bug their tender skin and put Kleenex between the kids skin and their clothes at times to ensure no rubbing. (He really should of come up with the tagless idea so we could of re-tired....DAMN Hanes!!!) He also would sacrifice his own sunglasses or body to shield the babies from getting sun in their eyes when we were outside.

Rob never ever complained about getting up in the middle of the night or changing diapers. He was a great hands on dad when Wolfie and Lexi were babies. The first nights home from the hospital when Wolfie was born are some that I will always cherish. We were really overwhelmed with love, confusion on how to care for a baby and coming home with a c-section. Rob got up with me everytime Wolfie wanted to nurse, brought him to me and layed by me while he ate. It's times like those that I need to remember as him and our pre-teen are arguing over cleaning his room and taking care of his animals......it's the natural progression of life....

Rob loves to dress the kids in sweats and anything that's comfortable. Some of the combinations he comes up with are interesting but how can you fault someone for just wanting their kids to be comfortable.

Rob would always make sure Wolfie hair was done when he was little and still letting us help him with his hair. He looked just like his dad with the swoop over to the side with the gel. Wolfie's a mini Rob for sure!!!!

I have to give Rob lots of credit for being a sport. Living with me I'm sure can be quite a interesting ride. Even though he had a hard time mustering up a " Ohhh Ohhh" in the Orange County Airport (where NO ONE EVEN KNEW HIM) He still has a calm and quiet way about him. He loves the Lord and when you hear him play his guitar and sing you can see how pure his heart is.

As the kids grow older the patience that he had when they were babies gets tested a bit more. He really tries to be a great dad and does a great job. I like to keep him on his toes and sometimes just drop the balls in the air to see if he can catch them.......he catches most of them and if any of them fall he's just learned to let the other ones roll on.........

I love you Rob and hope you have a great Fathers Day!!!!!