He's a "get down on the floor and roll around" kind of dad, a "throw up in the air and almost give mommy a heart attack" kind, too. But, most importantly, he's a "squeeze 'em and kiss 'em and love 'em like crazy" kind of dad. He's the kind that never hesitates to go to the preschool Christmas party even though he knows he'll be the only dad there. He'll have his toes painted, and is an expert nail painter, too- even when Eva insists on hot-pink. Mike loves our kids with tenacity. He is a real-life, concrete example of how God loves them with even more intensity.
He's extremely sensitive and doesn't hesitate even for a second to show his kids just exactly how important they are to him. The other day we were talking about a friend of ours whose daughter is about to graduate from high school. We remember very clearly when she was a bouncy toddler and it truly seems only a few years ago. I casually said, "Eva's gonna be going to homecoming before you know it"! I looked up at him and there were tears in his eyes- just the thought of our precious girl in a homecoming dress instantly made him well up. He asked if he was going to get to come along to pick out her dress- we shall see if he has the stomach for that one :)
My husband is a gift to our family. He sacrifices daily to make our lives what they are and we are grateful for all he has given. He's a tireless worker (at times working up to 4 jobs- carpenter, plowman, beachbody coach, & Rustin HS diving coach) and is the best example of hardwork and perseverance I can imagine.