We had an off-the-charts-fun father’s day this year. Honestly, the father in question deserves to be put on a pedestal, like Michelangelo’s David, because he’s got dad traits that make him one of those father’s you wish was yours. Or, just say, I wish I’d had a dad like Peter.

I didn’t know when I married him that he would not only LOVE being a father, but that he would embrace it like he was being paid Steph Curry’s salary to do it. When the kids were young, he would take time off from his job to be with them, and then stay up until 2 AM catching up on his work. He coached and cajoled. He could explain the impossible to understand homework concepts, in the most understandable ways. He taught them how to throw a baseball, land a basket, play soccer without their hands, and to never give up on the field, the court, or the classroom. His patience made a meditating monk look like a fruitfly.

I had a difficult dad. Looking back, I can understand why he acted the way he did, but it doesn’t make it any easier. All of which means, I can’t even imagine having the kind of relationship my kids have with my husband. To me it’s as foreign as finding a two-headed unicorn watering the flowers in my backyard. But I love it. I live for it. I admire what my kids get to have what I didn’t.

It’s great to tell your dad on father’s day how much he means to you, but honestly, it’s not enough. A good father is a powerful force in shaping a life, and a bad one is equally powerful……

My husband is too lenient, can’t stop subscribing to the “Protect Your Kids from Pain” newsletter (yup, sometimes his dadness can make me crazy), but he’s the kind of father that matters. He’s the kind of man who is consistent, and loving, and would do ANYTHING for his kids, including the ridiculous, the bizarre, or the semi-dangerous. I’m pretty sure he was born to be a dad. It’s one of the things in my life that I am constantly grateful for. Here’s to you, Peter, a fearless father, the most patient pop, the Duke of Dads. I love you. We all do.