Urban Drool

...you stayed calm and rational during my emotional melt downs while I was in my 1st Trimester

...you made me laugh and tickled me until I peed when I was huge and nearing my due date

...you had every single baby gift assembled, put up, put away, installed and/or ready to go within 24 hours of the baby shower ending

...you were the funniest, most involved and definetely the hottest daddy at our Childbirth Preparation class

...you would curl up against my big belly and talk to Lucy at night and always wanted to listen to her amazing heartbeat with the monitor

...you made me laugh with how pissy and obsessive you were about determindly remembering to bring back the belts every Saturday that the hospital issused to us for our weekly non stress tests. And you loved that we had to carry them around in a plastic bag marked "Bio Hazard"

...you were indescribably amazing during our labor, birth and aftermath. You were one of the only reasons I came out of that week with the few remaining shreds of sanity I still possess

...you changed poopy diapers and rocked and sang to the baby for endless days in the hospital when I didn't even have the strength to get out of the bed

...you have taken the most tender care of our pickle from Day 1



...you know her every need and can diagnose it and provide for it before she even realizes that she needs it



...you are already reading and asking questions and preparing for her education



...she is the girl that you love most in all the world. And I am so happy that she has you for a father. A father that has surpassed even my (very high) expectations. I knew you were going to be great. I didn't know you were going to be amazing.



Thank you.

I love you.

Happy Father's Day.

...and don't worry. I'm still getting you your fucking leaf blower. (who asks for a leaf blower, anyway?)