Father's Day.

Paul is a fantastic dad.

I absolutely love seeing him play/love/hold/sing to our little boy.

Not only does he do a phenomenal job at providing and protecting our family,

he also helps out with the dirty jobs...

and I mean dirty.

Whenever Paul is home, he changes all of Vincent's diapers.

(I'm hoping this is a trend that continues for the rest of our kids!)

He also sacrifices sleep to help me in the middle of the night.

You see, it's very difficult for me to wake up in the wee hours of the morning.

Since Vince never cries or wakes up to eat, I set an alarm to keep him from going more than 6 hours at night. I feel absolutely NO motivation to wake up because he is sleeping like a champ. That's where Paul steps in. He gets out of bed and helps both me and Vince wake up.

Oh, and did I mention that he comes home from work and gets dinner ready?

He's such a great guy.

I can't explain how grateful I am for his help and his patience.

So without further ado, happy Father's Day to the best dad there is!

I love you, Babe!