For the best father I know...

It's been 20 years since my husband's first Father's Day but it certainly doesn't seem like it's been that long. Oh where does the time go? I remember all of my great-aunts saying the same thing when I was a kid as they pinched my cheek and gave me a kiss with the fire-engine-red lipstick that wouldn't come off my face. Now it's me thinking and saying the same thing, minus the lipstick.

While I'm so very proud of all three of my kids and I'm glad to be done with the car seats, baby swings, diapers and cribs, (have you ever noticed that the smaller the person is the bigger their paraphernalia is?) I loved every stage of their childhood as we were going through it. OK, maybe I didn't love those late nights with a crying newborn that wouldn't nurse and I was sure I was starving him, but they were all important and so very special. Each of these photos was of my hubby and our babies when we were still in the hospital or on the first day home. They are all framed and on their separate shelves that have their first walking sneakers, first Christmas ornament, a portrait photo and other special mementos. These babies are now 20, 19 (next month) and 16 years old. When did that happen?



They have been blessed to have many people that love and adore them. People who have shaped their lives and always supported them in their every endeavor. Their biggest supporter, after me of course, is their dad. He was the first person to hold them and he's never let go. He changed that first messy diaper and the many, many more that followed. He's carried them, burped them, feed them, coached them, helped them, taught them, watched them, disciplined them, laughed with them and loved them. He's always been there and he always will because he is an amazing father and husband. It's not always easy but it's always worth it. And even as teenagers my boys know just how lucky they are. I hope they will bless their children with the same kind of love and devotion.

Happy Father's Day Hubby! We love you!