To Our Daddy...

when us girls are little, we dream of our prince charming. we dream of the guy that will sweep us off our feet, wrap his arms around us and ride off into the sunset on a brilliant, white horse. as childish and naive as all of that sounds, its our hearts desire to find him; the one that will care for us and love us and cherish us all the days of our lives.

i found him.

and although he whisked me off in a chevy S10 pickup instead of a glistening steed, somehow i was one of the blessed ones to be swept off my feet.

our wedding day was absolute bliss. i couldn't have planned it better and certainly wouldn't change anything. it was nothing short of an incredible celebration of the uniting, not only of us, but of our families. there was laughing and dancing and glass clinking...cake smashing, booty shaking and lot of kissing. i never imagined on that day, almost six years ago, that i could love him any more than i did in those moments. its crazy how little we can imagine.

somehow as that little one grows in your belly you can't believe how much you love them without even feeling the touch of their fingers or the soft hairs on their head. but what i wasn't prepared for was how my heart would grow for Mike on the day our first child was born. there's something about a daddy and his son.

i have had the absolute pleasure of taking a center stage, first row seat, to watch how an incredible bond is formed. watching mike love landon only increased my love for him. sometimes i would sit across the room and pretend to be reading, really just watching the two of them play. mike's patience and gentle spirit, that made me fall in love with him in college, are the same characteristics that make him such an incredible dad.

there is nothing that deepens your love for another, like watching them love your babies. and to know that god not only hand-picked landon for the two of us, but also hand-picked us for landon, is a feeling we can never replace.

and as baby number two grew in my belly, i couldn't imagine loving another baby like i did landon. how was it going to be possible? but, oh, is it possible.

and to see mike be the daddy of a little girl, was more than my heart could take. somehow it grew even more, making room for emi and even more room for him.

i never understood the saying, "there's just something about a daddy and his little girl," until i witnessed it firsthand. and i can attest that there really is just something about a daddy and his little girl.

mike is the backbone of our family. he is my rock. there is no one that can calm me down or cheer me up or make me laugh, like him. there is no better fort-builder, or owie-kisser, or spiderman-avenger, than him.

the same calm demeanor and sweet spirit that swept me off my feet eight years ago, still sweeps me away today.

and even when we have to change the 46,574th diaper and watch spiderman for the 5,622nd time and we have the 456th fight over toilet paper or taking out the trash or putting laundry in the hamper...i could never imagine doing life without him.

and even though most people say that we are thousands of miles away from home, i know the real truth....

he is my home.

Happy Father's Day, Baby. We are more than blessed by how you love us.