Happy Father’s Day Rob!

I was going to not do a full “Happy Father’s Day Rob” post because the man knows how much I appreciate him. It doesn’t take one day a year for my husband to know that I cherish the ground he walks on. But today as I entered the kitchen from a long day of work, I noticed my mother’s screen saver up on her computer. It was a continuous collage of photos that were taken the day Lola was born. I watched the collage intently and began to cry because that day forever changed our lives. Changed our lives in the best way possible. The best way imaginable. And rather than looking at how cute Lola was or how fat I thought I looked from being pregnant, I looked closely at Rob. The proud papa. He was beaming from ear to ear with a smile, happy to meet our little girl. While he didn’t know it at the time, he was going to turn out to be an outstanding father. I know he questioned it in the beginning. He would often ask if he was doing something correctly and I would shrug my shoulders and say I wasn’t sure either. We were both thrown into parenting a first born together and we did it confidently even though we often second guessed ourselves. We were a team. A team I’m incredibly proud and honored to be a part of. I know not all parents are united as a team. I watch single mothers and I am in awe of their perseverance and strength because I’m not quite sure I could walk this path without my husband standing tall by my side. He is what holds this family together. He is indeed the patriarch. He would never give himself that much credit because that’s just the type of man he is. He’s selfless even though some days it wouldn’t hurt him to be a bit more selfish. He deserves it. He will always give until he has nothing left and rarely asks for anything in return. He would break his back a thousand times over if it meant Lola and I wouldn’t be hurt. He is the epitome of what a father should be. I often watch him with Lola and I’m mesmerized by every quirky noise he creates, every goofy face he makes and every kiss he gives that all end with a big, smiling little girl. She loves her dad. While she may not understand too much at this age, she knows her dad is safe and I’m quite confident she knows her dad loves her back. I’m finding myself rambling with emotion, but damn my husband is a good dad. He’s just a good man. He’s who other dads should aspire to be because I know most aren’t made like him. Which makes me even more thankful to have him in our lives. Thank you Rob. Thank you for being a fantastic husband, a more than perfect dad and thank you for simply being you. We love you. Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day to my step-daddy Steve all the way in Costa Rica! I miss you Steve and I wish you were here to celebrate with us.