Ever since I was a little boy, I always knew that I wanted to be a “Dad.” I learned the joys that parenthood brings from my own amazing parents.
I grew up in a beautiful home with an older brother, a younger brother and my parents, who have been happily married for 42 years! We lived in a nice subdivision with a huge park just down the road with plenty of kids to play with. We were raised Christian reformed and were very active in our church; attending twice on Sundays with breaks between services at our Grandparent’s house. At their home, we would have lunch, dessert and play card games with our entire family.
Growing up, we camped a lot with friends and family. We enjoyed tubing and fishing on our boat and spent time skiing in the winter months. Looking back at my adventures as a child, I realize that none of that would have been the same if I didn’t have great relationships with my parents, family, and friends.
Even as an adult, I consider myself a big kid. I sometimes get carried away with dismantling the house to create ramps and water slides or creating an elaborate fort with the kids, but we always have a lot of fun. It’s these times and my awesome upbringing that I would love to share with a new baby. To be able to share my family traditions and interests with another child would be a dream come true and the blessing of a lifetime.