Thank you for always showing up, even after your long, hard day at work. Thank you for coming in the door happy to see all of us—the crazy toddler still in pajamas, disastrous house, insane dog, and me covered in baby bodily fluids with my hair in complete disarray.
Thank you for not complaining when dinner hasn’t been made and when there are zero plans for it. You normally step up and cook for all of us, and for that I am grateful.
Thank you for staying up with the baby at night so I can have an extra couple of hours of sleep.
Going to bed early is my love language and I am so happy you know that.
Thank you for doing the laundry, and better yet, the dishes you know I hate to wash. Thank you for taking the rowdy toddler out of the house for the sake of my sanity.
Thank you for asking me how I am doing, both mentally and physically, and truly listening to the answers and for making an effort to help me if I’m struggling.
Thank you for being levelheaded and logical when I am insensible. Even though in the moment I’m sure I’m mad at you for being this way.
Thank you for loving me at my worst and at my best.
Thank you for pushing me to chase after dreams I think are too far-fetched.
You are my confidant, supporter, partner in all things, and absolute best friend.
Thank you for having and extending the grace and patience with our children that I very much lack by the end of the week.
Thank you for holding it all together, day after day, for everyone in this family.
You are our great example, Daddy. We love you.