A Tribute To – My 4 Daughters

Tribute Series Final

Pregnancy #1
First baby – Boy or girl? Doesn’t matter, we are going to have a baby! Enter baby girl Mackenzie #1.

Pregnancy #2 (a little over one year later)
Got a girl, boy this time? Sonogram clearly shows baby girl CC. Two girls and a mamma, clearly outnumbered.

Pregnancy #3 (again, a little over one year later)
Two baby girls on board, chances are this one is a boy – right Ms. Sonogram lady? I knew where to look on the screen – here comes baby girl number 3 – Bailey.

Pregnancy #4 (10 months separate #3 and #4…I know…)
Statistics would say…wouldn’t they? Nope, we welcomed baby girl #4 – Addy.

There would be no pregnancy #5, we bought a TV.

I hear it everyday…”You are a dad to 4 girls? Boy you sure have your hands full…”
Sure, I thought I’d be a daddy to a boy, in fact as newlyweds we used to laugh and plan for the 5 boys that we thought we’d parent one day. But God had a much better blessing in store for me and Jeanne. All of our boys were girls! I am truly blessed to be a daddy to 4 princesses

Mackenzie – Leader, lover of friends, loyal, tender hearted, passionate about her walk with God, beautiful both inside and out.

CC – Tender, sensitive, musically gifted, leader, truly worships God, full of life and love, beautiful both inside and out.

Bailey – Gifted, athletic, driven, loving, heart after God’s, leader, self motivated, beautiful both inside and out.

Addy – joyful, funny, loving, life of the party, loves Jesus, very social, beautiful both inside and out.

While I will not have sons, Lord willing one day I will have 4 son-in-laws. I am actually looking forward to the whole dating thing…as long as the gentlemen callers understand and adhere to the famous 8 rules for dating my daughters:

* Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure as heck not picking anything up.

* Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

* Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.

* Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.

* Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”

* Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

* Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

* Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places lacking parents, policemen, or nuns. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.

Seriously girls, your daddy loves you. I am so proud of who you are becoming in Christ. My prayer everyday is that you seek Him, that you become just a little bit more like Him. I am the luckiest daddy in the world to have you four as my princesses. I will forever love, honor, and protect you. Thank you God for entrusting me as daddy to my four girls…

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7 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Bailey on August 4, 2006 at 10:55 AM

    Thanks dad I love you !!!

  2. Amen, Hook! Having one daughter myself, I just might have to use your rules!!!

  3. Hook – you’re a blessed man! Your girls really are amazing – all 5 of them.

  4. Hook – you’re a blessed man! Your girls really are amazing – all 5 of them.

  5. You are blessed with beautiful kids! I’ll brief Will on your rules and let him know what’s what before I send him your way. Think they might go for a younger guy? He’ll be four in January!

    Awesome tribute from a great dad!

  6. Those rules made my day!
    *copies and saves for future 😉

  7. Darin wholeheartedly agrees with your rules!!! Especially #5 😀

    -Tina

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