Thank you! For redefining and owning the term, and thus allowing me to revel in being the father of “Daddy’s girls”. They climb trees, fall out of them, fix themselves and then come looking for me, cook, fix the grey water line, climb, hike, backpack with my buddies, light the campfire and kick my arse running and XC skiing. I hope that like you they will be better for it.
I know I am a better partner and friend to adult women because of them.