In case I haven’t told you lately, you’re a wonderful guy. When I was a girl, and imagined my life, I never even came close to the way it’s turned out. I hoped I’d find someone who loved all of me — my big mouth, my mood swings, and the awful sounds I make in the morning to clear my sinuses. You’ve been a really good sport through all of it. You’ve even validated me by reading my blog.

And you’re a wonderful dad. You’re never too tired to go for a bike ride, push someone on the swing, or fix problems on the computer. When I can’t moderate another argument, you step right in. And you’re the best at preparing for social studies tests! I know our boys will turn out to be great dads, because they’ve had such a great example.

Putting you on a plane today made us all a little sad. But I’m smiling knowing you boarded the flight in your Who D@d t-shirt, and were probably thinking about us as much as we were thinking about you.

Happy Father’s Day.  You rock!

The Lucky Wife