From the first breath she took, Paige has been a daddy's girl. She would have held that title even earlier had I agreed to find out whether God was blessing us with a girl or a boy. I maintain it was the best surprise either of us ever received (I gave in the second time around--a 'being prepared' kinda thing). Sharing excitement over first steps and first words. Sharing every major event in her life, good and bad. Boyce is her champion, her knight in shining armor--every single day.
As you might imagine, the three of us are not lacking in time together. :) Clinic days are quite long, and Boyce's work schedule can usually flex enough for him to accompany us. To pass the time, we take puzzle books, novels, iPads, snacks--and just about anything else that we can stuff into our bags. Like most of the other families, we head into clinic with bags and blankets, ready to settle in for the day. Paige lovingly refers to her dad as our 'pack mule.' Call me crazy, but I think he's okay with that. :)
Not only does he try to work around Paige's appointments, Boyce works late almost every Saturday so Jeremy can participate in his youth bowling league. If school events or other clinic times warrant more flexing, he doesn't hesitate to switch shifts when needed. This man works to provide for our family in every way he can--and we love and appreciate him more than we could ever fully put into words.
Commitment. Dedication. Love. I have known this man for almost 20 years (holy cow--has it been that long?!?) and have never questioned his devotion to the life we have made together. From the births of our beautiful babies to what has become our new way of 'doing life,' I am so very thankful for this husband and father who loves God and our family with all his heart.
As a father shows compassion to his children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear Him. Psalm 103:13
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