Delayed Daddy's Day post (in other words: fan-girling over my own father)

So ever since I started thinking about blogging I've wanted to write a post about my daddy. He's absolutely fantastic. Seriously. After getting his first degree (agriculture, because he's a little bit country) he finally realized that what he really wanted to do for the rest of his life was teach. So he went back to school, got a teaching certificate, started teaching elementary school, and somewhere in there he also got a Master's degree and did a little bit more schoolin'. He loves his job, ask anyone. He gets to school at about 6 each morning (which involved dragging my brother and me out of bed and up to school that early until we were old enough to drive/in boarding school) (also, other teachers don't usually get there until 7 or maybe later), and stays until 3:30 or 4, that's when he isn't tutoring, holding quiz bowl practice, or coaching the robotics team. Also, since he went from teaching fifth grade to sixth grade science (about eight years ago), he started helping coach the athletic teams, which is great for him because he's always enjoyed sports (even though he was a scrawny little thing as a kid), and he loves being an educator. He's a great teacher, some students have even told him he's kind of like an uncle to them (which I find a little creepy, but I know they mean well).

Enough about his second job, his first job is Daddy. I'm twenty years old and yes, I still call him Daddy. He and my mom met in college at the Catholic Student Center (seriously, how cute?) and got married in a fever. They wanted five kids; they had five kids, but only two were fortunate enough to see their wonderful faces. Fast forward to my childhood and I've got the sweetest daddy in the world and all my friends knew it because he was their teacher in fifth grade. He would (and still does) take me to the fair, buy us little treats like a coloring book or M&M's at the ballpark, but he didn't spoil us with material things, he spoiled us with his love. He loves doing special projects with us like making bean boxes (another post for another day), taking us on errands with him, pointing out his favorite plants and animals (he majored in ag, of course he has favorites), and most recently he helped me paint my room pink after telling me he wasn't going to help me (#princessperks). Most importantly my dad has been there for me during some of the hardest times in my life. The past six or so months I've been dealing with an all new type of problem, and on no less than two occasions he's driven across the state just to make sure I'm okay and lift my spirits. 

I could go on and on about everything my father has done for me and my brother, how good of a husband he is to my mom, and a great son to my grandparents, but I doubt you would want to read that.

People often say girls marry men like their father, well I can only hope to be so lucky. He's sweet and loving and caring and everything a girl deserves. 

What do you love about your dad or father figure?

Love,

KB

PS here's some pictures of my hero

 Yes we have a tv in the kitchen, yes he sits like this often.

 How cute!

 His high school FFA jacket.

 Working on my car, extremely cramped.

Obviously this is before I was born, but check out that 90's family!