Father's Day

I don't have the words to describe the kind of father Paul is to our children.
I could never do it justice.
He knows each of them in a special way.

He knows their needs.
Their passions.
Their pet peeves.
And he knows loves them so well because of that.

He is patient and kind and energetic and spontaneous and FUN.
Even when I know he'd prefer a nap, he jumps up when they ask to play.
He leaves his worries at the door when he walks in from work.

He loves them in a way that I cannot.
He is their Daddy.
And they love him so much.
It is apparent on a daily basis.

Happy Father's Day, Paul.
Thank you for loving them so well.
Thank you for being you.