Her Hero

Found this a couple days ago. It was in Ellie's third grade journal. (Started earlier this school year, before we began homeschooling.)
She had to choose a hero. Apparently, she wanted to choose her entire family (noted at the top of the page), but opted for the most obvious choice, her dad.
I love the descriptions listed around him.

Loves God. (Check.)
Is awsome (awesome), is wonderful, cool. (Check, check, check.)
Makes cool stuff! (This is the only one with an exclamation point. Biker Man has made our children the coolest swing set/fort/rock wall ever)
Funny. (They have so many inside jokes, and he continues to make them laugh--much to my dismay--about bodily functions.)
Strong. (He can still lift them over his head, and give them airplane rides, bucking bronco rides, and throw them across the room onto the bed. Don't worry, he is fully licensed to throw children.)
Fun. (Obviously.)
Has a motorcycle. (And it's not JUST a motorcycle, as Biker Man pointed out to me. It's a HARLEY. He rides nearly everyday, but I love that Ellie didn't say, LOVES his motorcycle. It doesn't define him. It's simply a tool.)
Loves my family. (No argument here. He proves this to us on a daily basis. Making dinner, helping with laundry, cleaning, hugging, kissing, picking on us, and telling us everyday how much he loves us.)

My girl hit the nail on the head. Biker Man is my valentine. (awww...) As Ellie used to say when she was younger (after watching Bambi), "You and Daddy are twitterpated."