Dear Phil,
I love you. Words don't do the feelings in my heart justice when I see you with our children. I love how tender you are, how excited you are to see them in the morning and when you get home from work. When I am nursing the kids in the morning and you walk in the room I love how both kids come off in tandem and 4 big blue eyes are glued on your every movement, waiting for you to greet them. They flash you a gummy grin, eyes lit up and then they can resume the task at hand. They adore you. I adore you.
I appreciate the endless help you offer and the many tasks you assume without my asking. Parenting with you is fun and I am grateful for an equal partner. Diapers, bath, bedtime, feeding; nothing is beneath you. I love how each night you sneak into the nursery to check on our sleeping babes and too many times to count I have found you rocking with a babe nestled in the crook of your neck.
Thank you for taking care of us. Thank you for loving us.
Much love,
Heather
4 comments:
That is so sweet. He sounds like such a good Daddy.
Truly a wonderful blessing to have husbands that participate so willingly in all aspects of parenting. You two are wonderful...happy Father's Day, Phil.
Those pictures are awesome...I especially love the one where he is basically asleep while taking care of a baby. Thank goodness that he's not above diaper duty or anything else because I'm not really sure how you would do it anyways.
You always know just how to say things! You are so eloquent!
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