This man hopped off a plane on Friday afternoon from a work trip, did a few hours of work at the office, cleaned up the kitchen at home, gave the baby a bath, loaded up the car at 1am, and drove us straight from Nashville, TN to Arlington, VA to look at houses in order to move us closer to family and friends. Like okay. #husbandgoals#dadgoals#myhero#wegotthis#weareprosatroadtrips#wetiredtho
It’s @daddysaturday and we are treating our local Fire and Police as a thank you for all they do to protect and serve our community. Since they won’t be able to celebrate #halloween as they will be working we are bringing the party to them. We are definitely not artists but you have to give us an A for effort! Stay tuned for our visits to the @mountpleasantpolice 🚔 and Mt P Fire Dept 🔥@experiencemp #daddysaturday#dadideas#dadgoals#dadsofinstagram#police#firedepartment
❤️ This is partnership. It doesn’t matter who worked all day, family is a shared responsibility. I will always be grateful that this man works his ass off and comes home and dives straight in to being a kick ass co-parent. This is showing your kids how to make relationships equal and last forever #dadgoals#mytwofavoriteboys#familylife#teagannjoseph#myhoney
Got my workout in this morning with the best partner ever(@jenrayfitness) led by an awesome trainer @jerichomcmatthews. We had a great time and it really helped me kick start what was my stalled out fitness journey. Let's do this!
My dad! Born October 19, 1929. See his official high school picture on the left and a recent one on the right. How do you summarize the life of a great man? ,
He is a man of integrity, determination, and perseverance softened by sacrificial love, all wrapped up into a man with a strong work ethic. He was born at the time of the American Stock Market Crash of ‘29, grew up on the family farm during the Depression of the ‘30s, graduated from high school although absent a lot because of farming responsibiities, and served in the Army during the Korean War. He married his childhood sweetheart who was validictorian of her high school class and they raised 6 children on that same family farm that has documentation proving family ownership at least as far back as 1837. (His mother was raised there and told stories of American Indians roaming across the fields during her childhood. Similarly he tells his childhood stories about hobos during the Depression coming to the door asking for food.) .
He did not inherit the family farm which he later dubbed “High Hope Farm”. He painstakingly bought it from his own father who demanded payments without exception or excuse such as a poor harvest or 6 hungry mouths to feed. To accomplish this he took another job in a nearby city when I was 12 years old. I’m the oldest of the 6. Although his daily commute was 84 miles round trip, he stubbornly maintained that the travel was worth it since the farm was a great place to raise kids which it was for us. My siblings and I became 2 doctors, 2 nurses, & 2 CPAs and never gave our parents any trouble or rebellion.
Now he and my mom have moved into town and my brother’s family lives on the farm. Dad continues to farm, but now the equipment is more complex and has computers. Long gone are the horse drawn implements of his youth. Now he drives an 18-wheeled grain truck to the elevator several hours away to get the best price for the grain. He continues to work on the farm because he says that it is “in his blood”. This is just a glimpse into who he is...which gives a clue as to who I am, because I’m proud to say, “I’m my father’s daughter!”