I love this guy. Love how he goes to work at the crack of dawn so he can come home at 4:30 p.m. every day. Love the daddy he is -- seriously, he's, like, in another league, folks. Love how he'll help with dishes, laundry, vacuuming. Love his impersonations of anyone, anywhere. Hilarious. The guy is crazy funny. Love his photog skills. Love how he designs stuff for me when I need it. Love how he irons his own clothes. Love his coffee (NEED his coffee).
Love you, mom and dad. Love that you still laugh at each other, like this. Love that you love me unconditionally. Love that you would spend every waking moment with the kids and me if you could. Love your sacrificial hearts and sweet spirit toward all.
Love this quirky face you make (daddy calls it, "Don't you hate it when your boogers freeze?"):
There. I feel better already. Thank you, God, for my great Loves.