About 10 months after we got married, JD and I spent the night with his sister and our niece and nephew. It was a fun weekend sleepover, but we left exhausted. Our toddler niece and baby nephew were little balls of energy during every waking moment. They graciously let our childless, tired bodies sleep in until 6 am only to wake us with an early morning jam session complete with bells and a ukulele. We drove home with bloodshot eyes and a vow to not have children for at least 5 years.
A week later, I found out I was pregnant.
I always knew that JD would be a good dad to our children, but it wasn't until Beatrice was born that I realized how much he loves being a dad.
He is human. He makes mistakes, but his heart for God and raising our daughters under the guidance and protection of a godly father is his driving force. I heart him. So does his little girl.
Photo courtesy of Sara Rose Photography.
He continually surprises me with his gentleness and patience with our daughter. He is humble when he doesn't know what to do. He has taught her how to count to 5 ("1, 2, 3, 4, 9"), trace her hand on a piece of paper, and pray. He is unwavering in discipline and unconditional love.
He is my baby daddy and he gave me beautiful babies.
Happy Father's Day, honey. Your babies adore you and your wife is crazy about you. xoxo