Happy Birthday, Daddy

This morning's breakfast table looked a little different than it normally does.  It was laden with gifts for one of our very favorite people. . .  Daddy!

We supplemented our breakfast of baked oatmeal with some gift-opening.  Afterwards, we sent Daddy upstairs to study (sadly, birthdays do not trump midterms).  We continued our celebration this evening with some friends.  We had balloons, grilled out, and topped off the evening with -- what else?  -- ice cream and cake.

We are so grateful for this man who leads our family.  We know that it's not every Daddy who will pitch in with every aspect of family life -- from discipline to dance lessons -- who can manage elaborate bedtime routines without batting an eye, who gets up early and stays up late, who can be serious or silly, who changes diapers without complaint, who plans dates for each of his "girls," and loves us (all of us -- even Mama) through our tears and tantrums.

We love you, Daddy!  Happy Birthday!