When I was born, Father's stayed in the waiting room until babies were born, cleaned up, and presentable. Dads had a specific "man" role that did not involve changing diapers and midnight feedings.
The first girl born after three boys, I'm sure my dad was hoping for his little princess. When it was clear I preferred cowboys and indians to dolls and tea parties he didn't skip a beat. I always knew he was in my corner...he encouraged me to become anything I wanted...to never give up because I was special.
For that, and so much more, I say, "Thank you dad...I love you more than words can say."
Happy Father's Day!