As the man of the house, you have certain rolls. Like busting you butt, pursuing your goals. But most of my time, is not spent on me. It’s putting on a smile, so they don’t have to see. Stress is ungodly, it can drag you down low. But that’s one thing, my family shouldn’t know. I laugh and I play, I tease and I chase. They only need to see, the smile on dads face. The struggle is rough, it weighs a man down. But never enough, to make this man frown. I’m never unhappy, never truly sad. Because three little people, are calling me Dad.