I consider my husband to be a tough man. Nothing girly or feminine about him. He drives a truck. And a boat and a four wheeler. Loves to fish and hunt. Prefers to be outdoors. Watches shows like Deadliest Catch and Swamp People. Knows how to do just about everything when it comes to fixing things. And does an excellent job of taking care of his girls. However, behind all of his toughness, he does have a soft spot (other than MK and myself). Despite his love for hunting and fishing he has a tender heart for animals. A really tender heart. Always has. He hates to see animals in pain or suffering. He hates seeing animals mistreated. While driving he dodges squirrels and has even been known to stop and move turtles out of the middle of the road. And get this. He even swerves to miss frogs. Frogs?!?!
There are many qualities and traits that MK has gotten from me, but her love for frogs and insects and all creatures outdoors, is all Trav. I have absolutely nothing to do with that. I squirm when I see those creatures. I refuse to touch frogs. I run from lizards. She does not, especially when her daddy is around. (She has just recently become a bit skiddish, but with a little help she warms right up.) Just last week she and Trav found a frog in our backyard. She was amazed and captivated. Of course Travis scooped it up right away. Morgan Kate was intrigued and wanted so badly to touch it, but it took her a few minutes to actually do it. She wasn't 100 percent sure.
Once she finally did, she was so proud of herself. I was proud of her. And of course her daddy was proud of her. I'm not sure what's more satisfying - the pride I have, the pride I see on her daddy's face or the pride she radiates.
She was just so giddy. She cheered for herself. Jumped up and down. Cheesed, big time. And of course wanted to do it again and again and again.
After lots of playtime with the frog, Travis decided it was time to let him go. The frog needed to take a "nap".
MK was not impressed. At all. She proceeded to follow the frog into the bushes and when the frog finally hopped away she cried and cried and cried.
Hopefully she's going to grow up to be just like her daddy. Tough on the outside, but a softy on the inside. Maybe she'll even swerve to miss frogs.