I'm thankful that Abby and I had dads who engaged us. Thank you Roger and Ron.

Abby and I both had dads that engaged us.  My dad's engagement with me was more typified in a "wooden" sort of way. (frat paddles are an inch-thick and they can put a hurt on the gluteus maximus!)  Love was at the bottom of it (there I go again with the bad pun... unintended of course.) and they did not avoid the going when the going got tough (and Abby and I were tough going or so we thought).  Here's an article about being an engaging dad.  Read all of it or you'll miss some gems in the latter ("bottom") half.  And again, thanks dad.