I posted this on my facebook page five years ago for Fathers Day. It seems appropriate for this Fathers Day:
A Happy Father's Day wish to my husband, David. Though the later years were not the best, he was a fabulous father to our sons while they were little. He always had time for them. It never bothered him to act silly with them or listen to their sometimes fantastically unbelievable stories. He was there every night at bedtime to tuck them in for the night.
Best of all, he was content with a very simple lifestyle, allowing me to stay home and not work so I could be home with my babies. His being a good father helped me to be a good mother - for that, I have always been grateful.
Part of being a good father is being there for his family, providing their physical needs. Regardless of how much he might have disliked his current job, he went to it every day regardless of how he felt - because he had us - and rarely complained in those years.
When our oldest son was three and our middle son was a month away from arriving, we had a terrible snow storm, three feet of snow that mostly stayed for over a week. He found scrap lumber and built a sled for our son and spent many hours out in the cold pulling our son on that sled. Only a true dad does things like that. (Several years ago, I gave that sled to Rory who does remember it from "back then.")