Happy Father's Day, TH. I always knew you were going to be a great dad. Not just good, but great. I knew it when I was pregnant and for Christmas you got me one of those big body pillows, which you actually wrapped up and put under the tree as if I wouldn't be able to tell what it was. I knew it when I was 8 months pregnant and you suprised me by hiring a professional photographer to take maternity portraits -- I never knew you'd even heard of maternity pictures. I knew it when you cried in the delivery room after J was born, only the second time in 15 years I've ever seen you cry. I knew it when you almost passed out during J's circumsion and when I asked you if it was the blood that was bothering you, you replied "I don't mind the blood. I just don't like seeing him get hurt." I knew it when J was 8 weeks old and screaming his head off one night and you took one look at my stressed-out face and said, "Maybe me and the baby should sleep downstairs tonight so you can get some rest." (Like an idiot I wouldn't take you up on it but it was still nice to offer). I knew it when you were SO supportive when I was having such a hard time breastfeeding and you got mad with me at my old employer when they wouldn't provide a decent room for me to pump in. I knew it every time you got up in the middle of the night and walked up and down the hall with J, singing hymns to him until he went to sleep. I knew it when you randomly went out one day for a couple of hours and came back with baby sports jerseys and a little basketball, telling me, "I never get to buy what I want for the baby." I knew it that day J was so sick and he barfed all over you and you didn't even flinch. I knew it when we stayed up late this past Christmas Eve getting presents ready even though J still isn't old enough to understand, and you were so cute, all excited putting stuff in his stocking. I know it everytime you get him ready in the morning, take sick days to stay home with him when I can't, put VapoRub on his feet when he's coughing, read stories to him, and recite the Lord's Prayer with him every morning.
You really are the best dad a kid could have on top of being the best husband I could have ever asked for. There's no words to describe how blessed we are to have you. We love you, Daddy!
Practice makes perfect
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