What do you call it when seven girls, one little boy, and two dads spend a weekend away in a humble A-frame cabin on a beautiful lake? The best weekend, ever. Last Thursday my husband and our children along with his friend, Joe, and his daughters went away for one last excursion before the new school year would start. I went along for one night but for the rest of the weekend it was clearly a fathers-daughters weekend.
The weekend included a campfire, s’mores, hot dogs, old VHS movies, swimming, and being pulled by a speed boat on a 3 person tube doing doughnuts over and over and over on the lake in hopes someone would be thrown off to the cheers of many riding in the boat. My husband, Rob, is an amazing father. These types of weekends happen with regularity because he takes his role as a father quite seriously. From the moment my oldest daughter, Abigail, was born, Rob relished in his responsibilities as a father of a daughter. He has guided our children with empathy, compassion, understanding, discipline, and unconditional love. He volunteers at school, regularly takes the kids on father-daughters (and now father-daughters-and son getaways) to strengthen the bond between parent and child. continue reading…]
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