My Dad. My kids Popops. He's amazing. He believes in dad's changing diapers, and daily park runs, carrots and celery at every dinner, and loving his kids more than we even realize.
I love my Dad.
The Hubby rocks.
I decided so many years ago he would be my husband and we would have beautiful children and live a glorious life. (To be exact it was 15 years ago and I was 11.)
I'm happy that I saw that future so clearly because now I am living it.
We were so clueless having The Prince.
And yet we dove in together. He stood beside me for every crazy moment and I knew he was going to be great.
He adored the Prince from the moment he was born and the morning following his birth I woke up bright and early to find this new Daddy cradling a swaddled Prince while reading a guitar magazine.
A natural.
And two years later The Princess came along and he melted more than I would've imagined.
A doting Daddy who lovingly calls his Cher-Bear his favourite girl, and tells Monkey that he's his favourite boy.
Our beautiful children adore him more than any words I write will describe.
My Angel, Happy Father's Day.
I adore you even more than the children do...
You make me mush.
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