So, what about dads that are never faced with extreme circumstances? I am certain that if Eddy was stuck on a rooftop and needed help that Tim would muster his Spider-Man powers and come to his rescue. I am also positive that if Eddy swam farther than he realized and couldn't swim back that Tim would be his lifesaver. I sincerely hope that Tim and Eddy never find themselves in such pickles.
Blatant heroics aside, I think Tim could stand toe to toe with these 'Fathers of the Year'. I've written a few blurbs that, for their lack of action movie dramatics, may not have made the cut in Esquire.
Tim Wilson's wife has always loved food but this love grew to cosmic proportions while she was pregnant with their first child. When she had urgent requests for specific items, he happily obliged. On October 28, 2011, he took his dedication to a new level by responding to a late night craving for a Butterfinger Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Upon his return, his wife, Kacie, realized how truly selfless her husband was when he came through the door with only one Blizzard. He didn't even want one for himself.
In 2006, Tim and his then girlfriend, Kacie, brought home their precious baby boxer named Lucy. A few weeks later, while out on her first walk with a leash, they ventured a bit too far from home and Lucy's tiny little legs couldn't keep pace anymore. Being about a mile from their house, Tim knew he had to help his girl. Scooping her up by her belly, he cradled her in his arms and carried her all the way back home, where she collapsed into a pile of bones on the couch.
Since he was born, Eddy Wilson's mom has put him down for nearly every nap and responded to his mid-sleep whimpers by quietly nursing him back to sleep but on May, 14, 2012, Tim Wilson answered his son's cries. Before his wife had entered the room, Tim had used the magic of his big, warm hands to gently rock his son back to sleep. That day, he realized that he, too, had the power to calm.
In June of 2012, Tim Wilson read his son a bedtime story as he does every night. He had chosen Papa, please get the moon for me by Eric Carle, in which a little girl requests that her father get the moon for her to play with. On this particular night, Tim discovered that he could change the name in the story from "Monica" to his son's name, Eddy, thereby changing the course of bedtime stories for the Wilson family forever. He has since adopted a voice for "The Moon" that is so amazing that it makes his wife laugh so hard that she can't breathe.
On December 22, 2011, Tim Wilson responded to the midwife's command, "Go scrub up, Dad!" These words were said at the end of 13 hours of natural labor and served as the signal to his wife that her hard work was nearly over. When Tim returned from "scrubbing up", he caught his first born, placed the baby on his wife's stomach, and proceeded to kiss her, conveying his feelings of gratitude and awe. He then responded to the question, "You ready to make the call, Papa?" by answering triumphantly, "It's a boy!" At that moment, the world erupted.
Like I said, I hope Tim and Eddy are never in dire straits. But nevertheless, he is our Father of the Year.
And I have a feeling that he will just keep getting better.
Happy First Father's Day, Tim. I love you more today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow.