
Happy Father's Day, Ryan!
I spent all week trying to sum up how I feel about Ryan as the father of my children. Words just don't seem to do him justice. I love watching him make up special songs to sing to our children. I love to see him wrestle, play hide and seek, and look at a million on-line pictures of diggers with Jack. I love that he has a special patting rhythm to put Addy to sleep and that he loves to make her giggle. I love that he can't wait to get home from work so he can spend time with his family.
I think that how I feel can be summed up with a feeling I had this afternoon. I was holding Addy while I was eating lunch and spilled some hot food on her arm*. She started to scream and I ran into the kitchen where Ryan was waiting with a cold towel and ice. Tears streamed down my face while I tried to comfort Addy and Ryan came and put his arm around me and kissed Addy on the cheek and everything felt all right. I wish I could capture that feeling. That is the kind of man he is and I am so happy that he is Jack and Addy's father and that he chooses to be with us everyday.
*Addy is fine with no problem after she got cold water. I think I was more traumatized.