My dad is, without a doubt, the best man I’ve ever known. He’s always worked so hard, no matter what sort of adversity he’s had to face. I always know that no matter what I need, I can count on him.
When I was a kid, my dad was away from home quite a bit, working on the railroad. I would always be excited on the nights when he’d return home for the weekend. More often than not, he returned with something for me. Maybe that just made me spoiled, but I’ve always thought it simply meant that even if Dad wasn’t home, he was thinking of us. It might have been a mermaid doll that floated on a lily pad, a beef stick that was eight feet long, or a new Barbie doll, but he always took the time to make us feel loved and special.