For the longest time, I wanted to be a Dad. I would be around kids and they would always take very well to me. I felt like I had so much love to give and no one to give it to. As time went on, things happened, obviously. I had heavy doubts that I would ever get my wish of being the Dad I always wanted. I met and fell for Elizabeth, and with that my wish came to fruition. I was a Dad. I got the daughter I never really knew I needed. We got pregnant and I then got the son I had always wanted. Over two years later, I can sit back and assess where I'm at. Remembering when both of my kids looked at me and called me "dad" and "daddy". It's beautiful. It's frustrating. A true test of patience. It's made me more sentimental than what I would lead others to believe. This "job" is one I've learned while "working it". It's the toughest gig that I will say I love having. I will never be the best dad, but I can say that I will and always have given everything I physically and emotionally could to be the best dad I can FOR them. For every time I watch them play together, hitting individual milestones, I will cherish those moments and well up with fatherly pride...with both of them. For all actual fathers out here today, whether you're currently one, about to be one or God forbid lost one, this is for you all. The ones that are there as much as they can be, day in and day out. The ones that kiss boo-boos. Make the sacrifices to do for them. The Dads that help to guide and teach. But most importantly, that aren't just there, but are THERE. Cheers, Daddy-Os. The day is ours.