Being wonderful

I tend to go on and on about how much I love my job. And I do. And that's why Father's Day is more than just a Hallmark holiday to me. It's an excuse to do something extra special for the guy who puts up with my antics and these crazy kids, and who makes this life I love possible.

As I was helping Abby sign her card to her dad on Sunday morning I reminded her that it was Father's Day. "What's that mean?" she asked.

"It's a day when we thank daddies for being wonderful," I explained.

"Oh," she replied, matter-of-factly. "I'm going to go tell Daddy thank you for being wonderful." And she proceeded to do just that.

So to the man who gets up early every morning and works hard so that I can have the privilege of being home to care for these kids, thank you.

To the man who often arrives home to chaos and helps me get things back under control and back in perspective, thank you.

To the man who spent half the day in shock when that first pregnancy test read "positive," then called me from work to tell me he was excited, thank you.

To the man who wondered how in the world he'd raise a little girl and who is doing a fabulous job of it, thank you.

To the man who will show our boys what it means to be a man, thank you.

To the man who stood up and high-fived me across the table when I told him we had another one on the way, thank you.

To the man I'd marry all over again, the man I couldn't imagine being on this adventure called parenthood without, thank you.

Today and everyday, I'm proud to hear our kids call you Daddy.

Happy Father's Day, Justin.