Here’s to the men who still give a fuck.
Here’s to the men who love all the time,
Not just when they want it,
Not just when it’s convenient for him, but even when he doesn’t want to, and especially when you think you don’t deserve it.
Here’s to the dads who give a fuck.
To the men raising strong kids, not just because they are dad’s by biology but dads by choice.
Here’s to the 6:00 am practice dads who give a fuck.
And to the dads who still play ball with their kids and aren’t afraid to play dress up with their daughters…. or their sons.
Here’s to the unsung solo dads.
To the men who’ve loved, lost, and show up anyway.
The men who know what it’s like to be a single mom.
To the men who carry their kids on their shoulders, even when they aren’t around.
Here’s to the step-dads who step in when another man stepped out.
The ones who say “No, you’re not mine, but I’ll love the shit out of you until you believe you are.”
To the stay up till 2am, sleep-on-the-couch-until-his-kids-get-home-safe kind of dad.
Here’s to the tampon-buying, birds and bees talking, equal rights dad, who loves his kids regardless of who they love.
Here’s to the diaper-changing, puke-cleaning, dog-walking, backbone of the family bad ass mother fucker who doesn’t just say he cares, but shows it every day.
Here’s to the brothers who give a fuck.
Here’s to the men who don’t just say ‘I got your back’ but show up when you need them most and expect them least.
Here’s to the brothers who don’t just call you out, but call you forward into your greatness.
Here’s to the older brothers who make all the mistakes so their younger brothers can learn what not to do.
And to the younger brothers who show respect and love, even when it’s not deserved, but because they know it’s about honor.
Here’s to the providers and protectors.
Here’s to the men who don’t just SAY they will protect you, but do in all the small ways you never see.
To the walk closest to the curb, arm around your shoulder when it’s cold, never forgets the toilet paper kind of man.
To the old-school, door-opening, umbrella-holding, coat-giving, check-grabbing, ‘I got this’ type of man.
Here’s to the man who understands that intelligence doesn’t just come from the brain, but comes from the heart.
Here’s to the brave men.
Here’s to the men who live each day as though death might meet them at night.
To the men who aren’t afraid to love deeply, fuck with eyes wide open and are strong enough to say “I want you to love me.”
Here’s to the men who care about your orgasm as much as their own.
To the men who run barefoot in the forest, throw axes at trees, and aren’t afraid to lay bare chested in the dark of night under the stars.
Here’s to the hard punching, rage busting, goosebumps up your spine because he yells so loud primal kind of man.
Here’s to the man who looks you straight in the eye when he tells you you’re wrong. Not because he wants to be right, but because he knows you can be better.
These are the men I want to stand beside me.
The men I want to have my back.
The men I want to call forward.
#manitforward and share this with a few good men.