Yesterday was Matthew's first Father's Day and I was so excited to celebrate! While I could go on and on about how I hoped he liked his gifts and how I prayed that the weather would be beautiful for our family bar-b-ques, it all paled in comparison to the meaning of this day. Matthew is such an amazing father and I wanted the whole world to know it.
He is so patient with our little girl, whether he is changing yet another poopy diaper, entertaining her during tummy time, or soothing her screeching cries. He is always ready to be her playmate, making noises and funny faces, or jumping up and down to get those little bouts of almost-laughs. And he is always there to hold our girl, to snuggle her in the mornings or help with the bath before bed.
Even at five months old, Sophia knows he is an important part of her life and she loves him. She looks at him like she does no one else, memorized with amazement and admiration, (Wait until I get the piano video up)
Beyond being a wonderful father, he is also a great husband and my partner in this adventure in parenting. When I fall short as a mother, he is always there to step in and help. When I can't change one more diaper or listen to another moment of crying, Matthew always steps in. In those moments when I'm at my worst, I know that I can depend on him, and that speaks volumes.
So yesterday, Sophia and I celebrated Matthew for all that he is. My very best friend, my most-favorite person, my husband and most importantly, Sophia's Dad!
Happy Father's Day, Matthew.
I love you tons and tons,
Me
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