My dad has many good traits. The one I admire most is that he is always there for his family. When our boys one day recount my good traits, should they choose to do so, I hope they'll also list that one on top.
This past weekend my dad made the 10-hours-each-way trip from Ohio to watch both of the boys play baseball. I think he enjoys watching them play ball. More than that, though, I think he wants them to start understanding what I do. That he's there for them.
While he was here he helped me build a deck that I mentioned to him a month or so ago I wanted to build. I know he was glad to help. It's likely he also feels like a bit of a hero for saving me from the disaster that would have been the contraption I would have built had I attempted it on my own. With his help a monumental chore turned into a one day project.
That's what dad's do, really. Turn monumental projects into something doable. There's no greater example than tackling fatherhood. Most days, if not all days, I wouldn't have a clue how to be a dad if I hadn't had one showing me some of the shortcuts through the years. The greatest one of them all is simply being there for my family. Even if it takes 10 hours to get there.
Thanks for being there dad. And thanks for the deck. That's 144 square feet of grass I no longer have to mow.