Da-da, daddy, dad. All words that this wonderful guy has been called by his children at their various stages of life. He is a steady rock in their lives. There every day to listen, to bounce ideas off, to play with, to hug, to love. Since they were little he has been available to them. Changing their diapers, giving piggy back rides, wrestling, throwing them high in the air until they were too big. Teaching them to walk. Teaching them to talk. Teaching them to drive. Teaching boys to be men. Teaching a daughter how to be treated. Teaching from God's word. Available. I watch my husband in his role as father and think how blessed my children are. Blessed with something I didn't grow up with. Blessed because they won't know the pain of unavailability. They won't need to fill empty spaces with something that will never expand enough to fill it. Because they don't feel that emptiness, they wi...