My Dad (aka Poppy to the boys)
As the youngest (and only girl), I was and still am a daddy’s girl. Always willing to go the extra mile (like jumpstarting you car three different times within ten minutes) or even giving your husband a pop quiz before he pops the question to your daughter, my dad has done it all.
He also loves our boys with a fierceness. He allows Charlie to mess with his computer games and sit in his prized chair. He lets Jack well, be Jack! He’s played chauffeur, cheerleader, babysitter, lunch-maker, food-bringer, errand-runner, and wrestling watcher.
We are blessed to know him and have him in our lives. Love you, daddio!
Daddy (aka hubby to me)
After working ten hours and training for a marathon, he still somehow has energy to chase our two rambunctious boys all over. Wrestling, breaking up fights, teaching Charlie how to read, picking up toys, vacuuming, washing dishes, he is a Jim of all trades.
Choosing someone to spend the rest of your life can be difficult, but knowing that you are also choosing the father of your future children can be daunting as well.
I picked a good one.
Thanks for being the best daddy to our little boys! They look up to you, love and respect you!