I have so been looking forward to this day so that Little S and I can celebrate you! Where do I even begin? I want so badly to communicate everything you mean to us and I'm so afraid I won't do my feelings justice but I'll give it a shot:
You are our hero, our knight in shining armor. Your day starts very early with you rolling out of bed to give Little S her pacifier when it's dropped out and she has woken up or with you holding and playing with her so that I can get a little more sleep. You then get ready for work and you drive all the way down to KY (at least 45 min) to a job that you don't particularly enjoy. You work all day, often putting in over-time and almost always exceeding the goals they give you even though it drains you. You do this because you firmly believe that whatever you do, do it with all your heart to please the Lord. You also do it so that I can stay home with our daughter and for that I am eternally grateful. After work you drive back home and although you're exhausted, you can barely contain yourself to see Little S. As soon as you see her, you tell her how beautiful she is and how much you love her and missed her while you were at work. She adores you - she may not be able to express it in words yet, but being with her all day I know the way she looks at you, the way she coos and kicks her legs like crazy for you, you are her first love and I am so thankful that she has a daddy that is determined to give her the verbal affirmation and all the hugs and kisses that she can handle so that, as you say, "when she gets older she won't need to go out looking to have that need met by boys" as so many young girls do. After you get your snuggle time in with Little S we usually sit down for dinner and you ask me how my day was and listen as I tell you about all of our highs and lows, the things I worry about and the cute things that Little S did and help me to process all of my crazy, post-pardom, hormonal feelings:) Then many nights you go get changed into your old housework clothes and paint, rip up flooring, or whatever else needs to get done in our house so that Little S and I have a safe, healthy home to spend our days in (currently you're working on, as you say, "getting me my kitchen", and you are doing such an amazing job!). Then you come up to bed, call me beautiful, tell me that you love me, pray for us, and kiss me goodnight. You serve and love our little family so well - I am so undeserving.
You, my Handsome, are a man with more character and integrity than I have ever seen. You pursue purity, having only eyes for me, and help other men to do the same in their own lives. What more could a wife ask for? You love Jesus and so badly want people all over the world to know and love the God you serve and to experience the freedom and joy that you have found in Him. I could not be more thankful for the man that you are and I still cannot believe the Lord allowed me to marry you (or that you wanted to marry me, even after I told you I'd never date you 3 times!). Thank you for fighting for me and for the way you continue to fight for our family. I am head-over-heals in love with you and I am so thankful that Little S has an earthly father that will so remind her of her Heavenly Father and how He loves us so unconditionally and fights to protect us.We are beyond blessed to have you. Thank you for all that you are, we love you more than you can imagine. Happy Father's Day!
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