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Father's Day Top Four List

I want to pimp my blog out in order to acknowledge the top four fathers (in my eyes at least).
I have decided to list them in chronological order.
#4
Dave (after shaving himslef bald and sitting with sweet baby girl)
dave and meredith
My little brother, is the father to a beautiful little girl. Meredith will be four this September. She is not only adorable, but she is also very well behaved and unbelievably smart. Dave went on leave from his job during Meredith's first few months to care for her. He continues to this day, to be a very hands on father. I am so proud of Dave.

#3
Clint (right before leaving for the Army Ball last night)
Clint
My darling husband has been as close to perfect as they come from the day our children were born. He is more than a father, he is a Dad. He changes diapers, gives baths, plays, reads, and most importantly loves. He loves our children, all of whom are under the age of three, with all his being and it shows. I believe he will only shine more and more as our children get older.

#2
Tom (with his lovely wife and their beautiful girls)
TOM
Tom is the father of four beautiful, kind, and intelligent little girls. During his hiatus from work, he has been a stay at home Dad. He is getting to really enjoy his girls and wouldn't trade this time he has had for anything. When Tom talks about his girls, he glows with pride. It is so obvious how much he loves all his princesses.

#1
Dad (pictured with the three oldest kids)
We Four
My Dad sets the bar. I have always known he loved me and he has always been a good father, but one day something changed. He became a great father. My Dad is supportive, kind, caring, and a shining example of patience. I can say with all honesty that I am proud of my father and grateful to have such a wonderful relationship with him.

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