“I Love You. Did I Just Say That . . . Out Loud??”
I’d had nightmares about standing up in church and uncontrollably bellowing no-no words, but I never expected this. Without a blip of warning my mouth hijacked the controls and blurted it out. The first hint I had of what was going on was the sound of my voice crashing into my eardrums.
I love you.
It would have been nice if you said it first. Then again, it would have been nice if I had given you the chance.
These days, those three words usually come with an extra phrase or two, like “I love you, babe, AND NO YOU MAY NOT SUCK ON HIS FACE!” or “Love ya. Muah! Cat food is not a toy, Micah!” Parenting has changed almost everything about our lives, but it hasn’t changed this: I am crazy in love with you. How could I not be?
You’re the kind of guy that nose-nurses until you get blisters . . .
Catches puke like it’s going out of style
Keeps a coffee date for two years running
Keeps This Photo As His Screen Saver At Work
And Is The Preferred Pillow For The Whole Household
Oh, and you rock a nursing cover like nobody’s business
I said it first and I’ll say it now: I love you, Daddypotamus! You’re a phenomenal dad, and we’re going to dogpile you with kisses now.
Happy Father’s Day
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