Fathers Day

I'm lucky.

This thought creeps into my mind at least once a day as I've watched Derrick transition into the role of, "Dada." If you know my husband at all you know he is what I like to call, "a hobbyist." He decides what he wants to do (bowling, kayaking, pool) and goes all in. Not surprisingly, when we found out I was pregnant with Sawyer he was all in.

He came to every appointment.

He read several parenting books (while I read none).

He picked out items for our registry he read were "must haves."

When the time came to have our sweet girl, he was with me every step of the way.

He was with me through the late nights when Sawyer wanted to party.

He was there for her through the first ear infection, fever, stomach bug, toothaches.

He was with me through my own personal struggles and transition into motherhood, and continues to give me more grace than I probably deserve.

I've blinked, and a year has flown by.

Derrick, we have an angel in our house. She is perfect. The absolute best parts of us. Thank you for being you. In those moments when I see you happy playing with our girl I think about how lucky I am, and how lucky she is. She loves you big, and I love you bigger.

Happy 1st Fathers Day, love.