
I had many good times in my childhood with my own daddy...until he went on a path which has changed the course of his life, and not in a good way. I still love him though.
My husband grew up with a single mother and never had his father around like that. Now he gets to be a father to his own.
Towards him, our oldest is sweet as honey and is the first one waiting everyday at the door when he gets home from work...that little one is very clever, sharp and a bit mean, though, but doesn’t play about letting strangers get near their daddy. If something ever happened to me, they gone make sure their daddy is ok lol.