So here's a little thank you to the guy who wakes up before we stir and sometimes doesn't come back before we're asleep. Who works so hard so that we can live our life and get mom her sweet potato fry fix every weekend (that's only kind of an embellishment). To the guy who has learned to just put his arm around his hormonal wife and scratch her back when she's crying for no good reason. Who comes home every night he can and gives his baby girl a bath and rocks her down to sleep with a lullaby. Who is the kind of dad who makes Clara and Watson's day when he walks in the door at night. We love you, we miss you when you're gone, we thank our lucky stars for you every day. You're my number 1.
P.S. you're supa sexy
love, your wife.
photo is from 2.5 ish years ago when we were living in UT