Sometimes I don't know where to begin when I start to talk about my husband. Words are hard to describe the man that has cut his schedule by more than half to take care of our little girl. He makes sure he picks her up from our sitter, who is a family friend, no later than 12pm everyday just so he spends time with her. He loves when she brings over a book, more like books, so he can read to her and she can flip the pages. He is already teaching our little one to wrestle in preparation for judo which is not to my liking but seeing them together makes my heart swell. She is daddy's girl and I can definitely see why. He gives her the attention she needs and craves and I couldn't be more blessed to have him or for her to have him as her dada. She lights up when he walks in the room. When he talks about his two kids (he has an older son from a previous marriage) there are tears in his eyes at how much he loves them both. While he and his son share different beliefs, you can see that he is so proud of his son for standing up for what he believes is right in this day and age. You can't even ask him about his love for his two kids because he gets to choked up. It's absolutely adorable to see a man know how blessed he is to have two beautiful children in his life. I'm so proud to be his wife and the mother of his daughter.