So, since it's Father's day, I think I should put in a word for Cliff. We married, and he told me he'd raised all the kids he wanted to, already (he had been the oldest kid at home, and was often pressed into service to babysit his younger siblings).
I won't tell you how it happened, but I sorta tricked him into becoming a daddy the first time. And our baby boy cried constantly. Just when I felt like I couldn't take another minute of the noise, Cliff would fire up my dad's garden tractor (we own that Sears lawn tractor now, thanks to my lovely sister) and he'd haul Jimmy around on it until he went to sleep.
And when that baby became a toddler, if we needed something from town (I never drove) Cliff would take baby Jimmy along, asking him, "Do you want to go to the store, Bunky?"
Jimmy would say, "Tor Bunky?" and climb into the pickup. Boy, I appreciated the break so much.
Cliff didn't want kids when we married. But he sure did love the ones he fathered. He still talks about how good it felt when our little girl hugged him, and patted his shoulder... at the age of six months.
Happy Father's Day, Love of my Life. I'm so glad I still have you with me.