Most men of my father's generation never changed nappies, were clueless about baby developmental milestones and would not have been able to put up a ponytail to save their lives! But they worked incredibly hard to make sure their families were provided for.
One of the first posts on my blog was 'Stuff Daddy Does to Annoy Mummy': a list of the annoying habits your partner suddenly picks up, or rather always had, but you no longer have patience for after you welcome your first child.
I am my dad. I am him dancing at a Caravan Club get together in 1997 swinging my hips and arms side to side to the Bee Gees. It has happened. The dad dance has arrived. I am no longer in control of my limbs.
I'm going to have to reign it in the coming years... my boy doesn't need a blubbering mess of a dad at his school plays. Or maybe that is exactly what the boys of the future generation need? To teach them they can be emotional if they want to be.
It's funny how kids seem to be able to sense your mood and react to it. I've had a lot of thoughts about daddy from my youngest this week, he is obviously at the forefront of her mind and she has been talking a lot about her birthday (just six days before he died) and how her dad featured in it.