To the most handsome man I have ever known. There is something to be said for outward beauty but the truth worth of a man is the make up of his character. I could not have picked a better mate. A solid partner, someone who helped me make beautifully intelligent babies, and who helps me to parent them equally well, not to mention a great lover. How lucky can one girl be?
They say that every girl marries a man like her father. This wasn’t the case for me. Perhaps due to my parents divorce and growing up mostly in my grandparents’ home, I picked a man most like my grandfather. He wasn’t perfect, but he was pretty freakin’ awesome to me. And that’s how Daniel is. He’s not perfect, but he’s pretty damn awesome at being my partner in crime.
Now, it must be said that I did grow up with my grandparents but my parents weren’t deadbeats by any means. My mother worked nights and my dad didn’t really know what to do with a kid. Or any other person outside of himself, for that matter. I am 100% certain that he was autistic, knowing what I know now. There will never be a concrete diagnosis as he’s gone now, but there is overwhelming evidence in that favor. He was a good dad in all the ways he knew how to be, he just wasn’t my concrete fatherly role model type person. Which is ok, as it turns out!
