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An Open Letter to My Husband on Father’s Day

An open letter to my husband on Father's Day:

Dear John,

Wow. We never thought we’d be here, did we? I feel like it was just yesterday that we met at work and started dating, and now we’re nearing 13 years of being together.

It’s hard to believe; that’s almost half my life that we’ve known each other, and I’ve never stopped being in love with you.

I’ve noticed my love for you changing in the past 2 and a half years, though, as you’ve grown in your role as Daddy.

I remember during the first ultrasound when we found out Allison was a girl. One of the first things you said was, “Welp, better get a shotgun.”

Having a son would have been so much different; you could have taken him to go do “man stuff”, and have that father/son bond.

But maybe it’s for the best we had a girl. I would have highly encouraged you to let me name him Christopher Paul, and I don’t think Chris P. Bacon would have had an easy time in school.

An open letter to my husband on Father's Day:

But we have a daughter! A beautiful, adventurous, loving daughter that’s smitten with her Daddy.

A daughter who, when you come home from work, comes running toward you screaming “Daddy, Daddy, DAAAAAAAADDY!” and tries to knock you over with hugs.

A daughter who, when you have Daddy/Daughter time, suggests you go to McDonalds to play because “It’s what we do!”.

She brings you stacks of books to read, which would easily take you an hour to get through all of them, but you do it because it means extra cuddles. And she gets so mad when you change the words.

An open letter to my husband on Father's Day:

I see you when you interact with her. The tickles, the hanging her upside down by her feet, the sudden sweeping up into a bear hug.

I see my own dad when I see you, and it just makes me fall in love with you even more. Because I know you’ll take care of her, keep her safe. She’s a Daddy’s girl, and she’s got you wrapped around her finger.

You may be surrounded by everything pink, and you may sit with her and play with her baby dolls and pink playhouses, but you do it with love.

I never knew how much I loved you until I saw how much you loved Allison. Happy Father’s Day, John.





Thursday 16th of June 2016

What a warm, loving family. I am so proud of you all.

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