My Dad has pretty much been my best friend from day one. He has taught me everything I know about cars, guns, home repair and maintenance, landscaping, video games, the worth of a dollar, (as in, why pay someone when you can just do it yourself!) and lastly, how to jump to the worst possible scenario in the blink of an eye. (my Mom refers to this as horriblizing)
As a kid, I always looked up to my Dad. He was plucky. He was crazy. And I knew he loved me no matter what. I always ask for his opinion when purchasing a new car, a new computer, pretty much anything. He's the expert on everything, I'm sure of it.
I was a bit worried about him when I found out I was pregnant with the twins. I was worried he would freak out about becoming a "grandpa." I was going to singlehandedly turn him into a grandpa- I'd probably have to get him a walker for his birthday. And a Hover Round for Christmas.
But no. He wears the grandpa mantle with aplomb. He's probably the only one that can keep up with the twins. "Papa" is their own personal play ambassador. He plays croquet with them. (yes, swinging heavy mallets at solid wood balls... it happens) He will sit on the floor and color with them for hours on end. The girls light up when they know that papa is there to play with them.
I can just see he's going to be their best friend too. Just like he is mine. My kids adore their papa, and so do I.
I'm so glad he can be a part of their lives. I'm so glad he was such an integral part of mine. I am the crazy, funny, handy, horribilzing woman I am today because of him. And I would have it no other way.
He lovingly cradles my tiny babies in his arms. He dotes on them and gives them anything and everything. He wasn't sure about holding those little fragile creatures at first, but now he's a pro. To watch him grandparent is to witness love pure and simple.
I am so lucky to have the best Dad in the world.