Today is Mr. Smith's first Father's Day as a Daddy.
We had big plans intended for today: H and I were going to make breakfast in bed for Daddy, followed by our first attempt at church, and then a nice relaxing Sunday afternoon.
What happened was the total opposite, as Mr. Smith was up at the crack of dawn doing manual labor, installing a French Drain and gutter on our house. Long story. Don't get me started. Special thanks to my brother who came over to provide his assistance all day long.
However, this is just one of the reasons we love our Daddy. He takes care of us, no matter the circumstances.
He's yet to hesitate changing a diaper - even the bad kind, that burn your eyes.
He loves to give H a night time bottle.
I've caught them whispering and making big plans for when H is older on more than one occasion.
Their usual snuggle spot is in the recliner, where I frequently catch them dozing or watching "Boy TV" like ESPN or the last part of the US Open. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that H spent the past 8 weeks absorbed in Khloe and Lamar, multiple Real Housewives, or The View.
There's really nothing like the feeling of seeing your Husband with your child.
I highly recommend it.
Here's to you Mr. Smith! Thank you for being our #1 Daddy! We couldn't ask for better!
Can we take a time-out and talk about those delicious chubby cheeks on H? Swoon.