The One

I married The One. Our story made us rather unlikely to end up with each other (of all people!), but six and a half years later, here we are. Our days are filled with diapers, Pull-ups, potties, baby food, screeching, bubbles, grins, tickles, trucks, trains, craziness, and sweet moments that can only come from being parents to two young boys.

And what can I say? Andrew takes it like a man. He wrestles, cuddles, punishes, feeds, bathes, and laughs at our children as needed. He takes care of their mother, lest she implode, which allows her to hold down the fort successfully (most days) while he works outside our home to pay the bills. Schedules are guarded as much as possible, but while (occasional) adventuresome undertakings are encouraged, trepidation is understood and not altogether ignored.

My husband is the kind of father I'd want to have if I were a little G or R. I'm sure I didn't expect that six and a half years of marriage would find us with two boys, a minivan, and a mortgage, but there's not a person in the world I'd rather have any of those with.

Happy Fathday Day to the best possible father to our boys: The One.