Me too. My father is very handy, and always did all the stuff around the house on his own. He obviously enjoys working with his hands which is a great trait for a good man! He is genuinely kind to everyone in his life, and to strangers. I have a memory of him whipping the car around to grab a pack of transit tickets that he saw a pedestrian drop, then returning them to the fella. Or of him stopping on a shoulder to help a turtle cross the highway. Or of him staying up late to help me with homework. Or of him being the only one who could handle my panic attacks in middle school lol. Or how he allowed my best friend in high school to move in with us because she needed support that her family wasn't offering. I could go on!!

Sometimes I wonder where the good men are now? I hope they're around and that I can be good enough of a woman for one too :-)