To my husband, who I know adores his little girl with all his heart and could have never in his wildest dreams imagined feeling this kind of love. She really does think you're way funnier than me (much to my chagrin, sigh). I see the way her eyes light up when she has your undivided attention and you two are laughing together. Just watching her hang onto your every word as you read to her before bed tonight was precious. I know she will never doubt for a second how much you love her. You tell her all the time. And for that I am so grateful.
[Lauren's Fathers' Day gift this year was a princess bank for Daddy from Color Me Mine. Don't even ask how much time I spent trying to talk her into a coffee mug or surfboard bank. The little lady was adamant that Daddy needed a princess painted purple. So that's exactly what he got.]
To Pop-Pop Paul and Uncle Sal, who while across the country on this and most every day, are never far from our thoughts. We're blowing you kisses from 3,000 miles away (Lauren wants you to catch all of them).
To my brothers, who are amazing fathers with such great kids. Seriously. Whenever we get to spend time with our nieces and nephews, I am blown away by how sweet, smart and fun they are, every last one of 'em. And to see how they interact and take care of Lauren, well, don't even get me started, otherwise I might just lose my composure and go all mushball on ya.
Happy Father's Day.
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