You know me. I couldn’t do a regular post. So here, in my quirky way, I will tell my husband Happy Father’s Day.
My husband is the best father ever. End of story. Don’t believe me? I will tell you why.
#1. He knows how to make the most realistic snowmen toppers. Do your snowmen toppers look this real? I thought not. Of course, your snowmen toppers probably don’t scream either.
#2. He knows that Utah State Aggie Basketball is the best thing ever and he makes sure he passes on the passion to the younger generation. I have a feeling this little one will be yelling at the ref before she knows it. I can hear it now, “Take his whistle….”
#4. He already has in-depth intelligent conversations with his young children. Talking about how easy it would be to swim the Rio Grande, while gazing over the Rio Grande. A poignant lesson on immigration.
#9. This reason is more for me. I just like that I can use the phrase, “Hot for Teacher.” Thank you, Van Halen.
#10. He got up with our daughter about once a night until she was two months old. Oh yeah. Beat that. (Considering she was the worst sleeper ever until she was two months old. This one enabled me to get one stretch of four hours a night. I would have gone cuckoo without his help on this one.)