A mother’s work is never ending. It is ever nurturing. It is all-consuming in the purest of ways, and every mother would have it no other way.
But a father, with cool and collected abandon, holds steady his ship like a weathered sea captain. He is the net for which his family will fall to. He is the strength when the swinging needs swung higher. He is the courage when the spider is too big to stomp on. He is the scout when the living room tents must be pitched. He is the finder of the fallen teddy bear. And in our house – he is the very patient and ever-gallant gentlemen of our gfcf-life!
