Goodness gracious, I love this man.
Particularly on this Father's Day, when instead of sleeping in, he stayed up half the night with our sick daughter while I tended to our newborn son.
Instead of getting breakfast in bed, he made sure Lola had her apple juice and I had a full mug of ice water as I nursed James.
Instead of being waited on hand and foot, he spent the morning emptying trash cans full of stinky diapers and starting loads of stinky baby laundry (holy crap, babies poop a LOT).
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I'm hoping the Star Wars pancake molds and Sees Chocolates conveyed that sentiment adequately.
But I'm fairly confident if those gifts didn't do the trick, these two rocked his world.
Because they are by far the best gifts he's ever given me.
Happy Father's Day to my love.
Thanks for jumping into this adventure called parenthood with me.