… has been a revelation to me in the past year as a husband, friend, lover, partner, and most of all, as a father. I knew he was going to be good, but I never knew he was going to be this good.
This man has been hands-on literally from day one. He holds his daughter with as much loving tenderness today as he did when she was a few days old.
This man is always happy to see her and eager to take her in his arms. He adores her, dotes on her, gives his weekends to her, and she knows it. He has to be told, sometimes, actually many times, to put her down and let her play and learn by herself.
This man swoops to my rescue when the last grains of my energy and sanity have fallen through the hourglass. His strong arms have carried his daughter up and down endless flights of stairs in airports, train stations, museums, our home.
This man takes his daughter to the market every Saturday to give me precious time for myself. He occasionally returns with a new discovery—wild mushrooms, carob syrup, a lobster, how to shuck oysters—that fills him with an infectious delight. This man truly loves to cook for his family, and always makes sure I have a matching fork and spoon (because he knows I care about weird things like that). 
This man has seen me at my worst in every possible way, especially in the past year. Yet he is still here, my fan and friend, my confidante and champion. He makes me laugh, forgives me and believes in me. He always has a good answer for my stupid questions like “Does this make me look like a wrestler/pillowcase/hooker?” He loves me in a way I know I will never be loved by anyone else, ever.
This man is the reason my family lives this life, why it’s so much fun, why we have so much beer in the fridge, why Tala has beautiful eyes, why I am a wife and mother, and why I want to be a better one.
This man turns 33 today, and I can’t wait for him to get off that plane from London and come home to his girls who love him very, very much. Happy birthday, my Googly!
So sweet! Love this post!
… the spoon & fork matching thing made me laugh. I’m like that too and my 5 yo knows that when he sets the table.
Is it a girl thing? Haha. Glad to know I’m not the only one!
Love this post. You’re very blessed. It takes a good woman to make a man this good. You’re both blessed to have each other. Thanks for inspiring wives like me. I, too, adore my husband and has been crazy in love with him until now, 13 years into our marriage, because he is a good man through and through.
Thank you Cess. A good man is hard to find. We are blessed indeed!