Happy (late) Father's Day

Yesterday was Father's Day and we were traveling home from vacation (I will blog all about that later) and so the blog had to wait until today!

I wanted to share many of the reasons that I love my husband and the father of Gillian, Ava and Willow...

I love that when Gillian and Ava turned three he had them get all dressed up and took them on the first of many dates with him

I love that he lays in their bed and reads to them

I love that he rocks Willow at night and sings to her (even though he thinks I can't hear him)

I love that when they get sick in the middle of the night he gets up too because he want to comfort them and help me

I love when he calls me from work with a great idea for a new adventure for our family

I love that when Ava is scared of the thunder he sits next to her, comforting her until she falls asleep

I love that he uses every single vacation day he has in a year so that he can spend time with us

I love that when he gets home from work he is as happy to see us as we are to see him

I love that the night Willow was born he held me and as we cried he promised me that we were going to walk this journey together

I love that gets in the floor and plays with them

I love that he is patient

I love that he helps coach Gillian's soccer team

I love that he teaches them to be kind and to help others, they are learning by example

I love that he loves Jesus

I love that he is the leader our home needs

And I love that he loves me...

Ava was talking to a friend at school and this friend told Ava that her parents were divorced and she had to go back in forth from her mom's house to her dad's. Ava said, my parents are never going to get divorced because they love each other very much, I mean my dad always kisses my mom! So, I guess I should add one more to the list, I love that our children feel safe.

Happy (late) Father's Day, we are the most blessed to have you.

Today I am writing about the girl who made me a mom. My beautiful, sweet, loving Gillian was born on this very day nine years ago. Where has the time gone? I remember holding her for the first time and how I fell deeply in love with her the moment our eyes met. I also remember bringing her home and not having a clue what to do when she had colic for three months and we would both spend countless hours crying. I remember the first time she crawled and walked and her first words and how we could just watch her for hours as if time stood still. I remember sobbing after I dropped her off at her first day of kindergarten, you would have thought I was sending her to college. I remember teaching her to ride a bike and tie her shoes although I need to give her dad most of the credit on these two. I remember teaching her about Jesus and how she ask him to live in her heart.

Maybe it is true, life goes by in an instant, it sure feels this way. The last nine years have been like an instant and a part of me feels sad about how fast it has gone but a bigger part of me is so excited for the future. Gillian has learned to love Jesus, love others, show compassion, be giving, and I can't wait to see the plan HE has in store for her. I am just thrilled I get to see it all unfold. Happy Birthday to the girl who made me a mom, I love you more than you will ever know.