Here's Dad, Ira, and Joy at our backyard campfire pit that Dad dug
One of the things that drew me to Aaron was what a great daddy he was to Ira, Joy, Thomas, and Clayton-- I'll admit, I'm a sucker for seeing a (hot) guy holding a baby, so he really had an unfair advantage by bringing Clayton to the singles' ward back in the day. But take a look at how the kids light up around their daddy and you'll know-- he is one of THOSE dads, the ones who bring honor to the name. Everything this man does is to make our home and family a better place for the kids. He works, then comes home and waters 80 bajillion plants and trees and flowers in our various gardens, and then does Cub Scout stuff, and builds things or puts up ceiling fans or shelves or paints, helps with dinner, helps clean up, gathers the kids around to help them fold their clothes, and after (or during!) all of this, he isn't afraid to roll around on the floor with them, let them jump all over him, cuddles with them, and talks to them about their hopes and dreams and goals and how they are doing.

Aaron is a lot of great things, but one of the things he is very best at, is being the best dad ever.
So Happy Father's Day honey!!