Remember how excited we were when we saw that positive test?
We didn't realise that the tiny line represented a little human that would eventually grow into to a medium-sized human. And we were in charge of it!
You hugged that tiny little sweetie into your arms the moment she was born and held her face up to mine as I lay recovering from my c-section.
You were the one who met her first, who picked out her first little outfit and who soothed her first cry. It made me so happy because I knew we would have a lifetime of smiles and firsts together, and that I would have plenty. This moment was yours and I knew you would never forget it.
A son next brought new joy, followed by a second precious little girl. Each so special - bringing different personalities, different needs and a different response. Triple the joy and triple the responsibility.
I saw how you slowly eased from the wonderfully impulsive man I fell in love with, to a more considered version of yourself. With each child, you learnt more and you gave a little more of yourself to them.
I treasure the everyday moments of shared joy -the way they look at you, the way you play together, the way you protect them.
You are the good cop, the softie and the one who sneaks them treats.
I love watching this wonderful situation unfold over the years as our three children grow. We have been through the sleepless nights, the stupid arguments, the financial turbulence and sick babies. But the moments we catch each other's eye over the baby's sleeping head are the most important.
You are still my favourite person. You are my hero as well as theirs, and I want to tell you that I'm so proud that you're their dad.
Happy father's day.
