Daddy or Hero?

There are so many things in my day that I take for granted...this is just one that grabbed my heart this morning. My loving husband always starts my van on his way out the door so it is defrosted and warm before we load up to take Caleb to school. A huge deal...no, but a loving act of kindness...YES. It was nice and toasty by the time we actually took Caleb to school (we were running a little late...a typical Monday). On the way home, Keaton had noticed that we had a slight freeze last night and wanted to know if it had snowed. Let's just say that trying to explain the difference between snow and frost to 2 four-year-olds is a task...I finally got them to understand a little...I think...anyway, Keaton didn't realize that Paul had warmed up the van, and so she was confused at why it was so cold outside and not inside. "Daddy loves us so much that he started our van for me so that all of us would be nice and warm this morning," I said. Her eyes grew big (she is a little animated anyway) and she said with awe..."that daddy of mine is like a HERO!" At that very moment, my heart smiled as I silently prayed a prayer of thanksgiving for Paul, and for the kind of dad he is. At almost 40, I am still learning what that kind of dad is like, and although I didn't have that kind of father to teach me what a hero should look like, I am SO THANKFUL that my kids...my girls...will know that kind of love from a daddy. And that one day, that kind of love will be revealed in how they look at our Heavenly Father. For showing them that kind of love...Paul is MY Hero. I am so blessed!