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Daddy our Rock



I met my husband BJ when we were very young...I was 14 and he was 11.  I was best friends with his sister and he was just her little brother.  Later when he was 24 and I was 27, we met up again.  I never ever thought we would date.  He asked me out to dinner and I will never forget how easy it was to talk and mostly laugh!  We absolutely loved being in each other's company and couldn't wait to see each other again.  We fell madly in love.  I never met a man so kind.  He is loving, funny and the kindest person I know.

We started our life together in a very odd way.  We just kind of went with the flow of life.  I always wanted to have a big family.  He never ever said we couldn't.  We grew together.  We reverted back to our Catholic Faith.  We raised our children in the love of God.  Every baby we had or miscarried is ours. The three we lost are just as much our family.  We ask our children in Heaven to pray for us.  He let me Homeschool the children.  He encouraged me to reach my dreams for our family.

BJ is the best daddy ever.  I have never meant those words more.  He is the most loving, caring, nurturing Father I ever knew.  He works for his family and is the most hands on dad I know.  He is involved in all of his children's lives.  Whether it was raising Beau to be the hard worker he is, introducing a whole world of computers to Beau and making it Beau's livelihood.  He is in touch with what his son loves and tries everything to nurture this.  Beau getting married to Angel is the icing on the cake!  BJ is in full wedding mode to give these two the best wedding celebration for such a holy sacrament.

BJ is very involved with Maria and Trinity's 4H.  They couldn't do any of their dreams without him.  He never hesitates to put his life on hold to take them for a weekend away to do a jackpot for Hog competitions.  He bought a truck and a trailer just so he could nurture their love of the showing.  He is so very proud of Maria who started her own business and is graphic designing agricultural logos.  He encourages her at every turn.  He encourages Trinity in her 4H projects and is her biggest cheerleader.

BJ loves Ireland's creativity!  She is an artist.  She won first prize in an art competition at her Art Class and as soon as she brought home her magnificent drawing of a white heron, he had it up on the wall of our bedroom with the First Prize Blue Ribbon.  He loves her designs and her decorating.  He asks her input on painting the house, inside and out!  She redid our bathroom and he thought she did an amazing job!

As for Kate, she is the light in his soul.  He accepts Kate on every level.  From the Down Syndrome at birth to the later diagnosis of Autism.  He never falters in his love of her.  Anyone that sees him with her should know, she is a huge part of his love.  He is a quiet man.  He is a generous man and he is the best husband and daddy our family could ever have.  No one knows how good BJ is, so I thought I would share my love for him since Fathers Day is right around the corner.  I love you, you are the love of my life.  We love you BJ Rogers, you are our rock and our teddy bear.















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