The Best Dad . . .

in the world is my husband! I knew he would be, when I married him. But that doesn’t compare to the reality of just how wonderful he is! I could go on and on about him, but it would never do him justice.

I never could have survived–in any sane sort of way–giving birth and caring for Duncan and Owen if it wasn’t for Josh. He got up with me during the night when they were first born, bringing me each little swaddled form to be nursed. From those early days on, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him complain, but embraces each day of being a father with joy and gratitude. He’s an example to me of what I hope to someday be. Love you babe! Here’s a few shots of our day . . .

A Father’s Day hug.

Lovin’ their sunglasses!

What an adorable face! What was going on in that little head?

A ride on daddy’s back.