The Father of our Home

Today as we celebrate fathers, I am feeling incredibly blessed to be married to such a great man and father. There are many things that I admire about my Mr. Stannix, and I am grateful that he takes the role of fatherhood so seriously. Before we were even married I knew he would be the kind of man to stick by my side and help bring up our children with love and the gospel in our home. 

There is nothing that melts my heart more than watching him cradle our babies in his strong, secure arms and rock them to sleep. He lets them snuggle into his warm body, drool on his suit coats, and sometimes stain his ties. 

And after we have tucked the last of our children into bed, I curl up in the safety of his arms and sometimes stain his shirt with tears as I tell him my mothering woes. He listens, councils, and comforts. He is ever patient, gentle and reliable. 

Together we have created a loving home where our children can feel safe and loved. In our home he is not afraid to take on dishes or diaper duty and always makes sure the garbage is taken out. Here he is much more than a provider. Here he teaches, instructs, councils, tickles, plays, and loves. I admire his wisdom and patience as he interacts with the littles. 

When I think of the father of our home, I think of a favorite Primary song.

"The father of our home leads our family, with wisdom's light in all that's right; My father's good to me. Fathers are so special, with a very special love. They watch us and protect us. They guide us and direct us, back to our home above."

Happy Father's Day sweetheart!