SuperDad

Thanksgiving was last week. But I am expressing my Thankfulness this week...Thankfulness for the incredible husband and daddy that lives in our house. (Yes, I am being sappy, and proudly so.)

This week is Nutcracker Week. Banana is completely involved in rehersals...and so are we. That means long afternoons and nights at the cultural center. I'm pretty used to it by now. This is our third Nutcracker. I've spent lots of time at the CC waiting and watching. But there is something new this year. When Banana became a member of the Company, Kearsdad and I became members of the Ballet Guild (sort of the PTA of the ballet). We were told that as members of the Guild, we are expected to participate in various committees. That's only fair, okay. So we signed up for "jobs" with the Nutcracker production.

I have been completely blown away, though, by the enthusiasm and dedication of Kearsdad.

We drove home from Georgia on Friday of last week...a LONG drive. On Saturday morning, he got up and went downtown to meet a bunch of people he didn't know to help load stuff out of the Company storage facility onto trucks to take to the CC. Snow machines, props, and marley floor. (Marley floor is the padded flooring dancers dance on. It is what allows them to stand on their toes and make all those leaps and turns without falling on their rumps and breaking something. It is also very heavy.)

On Sunday, we went straight from church to the CC. Banana had rehearsal. Kearsdad began learning about the backstage production. He worked all afternoon and returned to church. He left home at 9 am and returned home at 8 pm...no Sunday nap. No complaints.

He has gone straight to the CC from work every night (and will continue to all week). He has left home every morning at 7:30, worked all day, and gone straight to rehersals. He has developed a couple of new friendships, and I've caught him cutting up with some of the dancers and teachers.

It's not unlike Kearsdad to get involved in his girls' lives...after all, he spent the summer working at horse shows for Kat. But this is somehow different. To see him become so completely involved in something that would otherwise be so foreign to him just reminds me of what a great daddy he is...what a great husband I have.

So to you, Kearsdad, I say thank you. You are a great daddy. You are a pretty good stagehand too! Even if Mother Ginger does weigh about 800 pounds! I love you!