You know how sweet it is when someone does something special for you? And how it’s even better when it’s a complete and total surprise?
Y’all already know Lisa from Our Life With Dylan… well, this week she went above and beyond the call of duty to help a girlfriend out.
It was a priceless moment when Mr. Daddy opened her latest post, smacked my shoulder to get my attention, then read the whole thing speechlessly.
Cuz the man immediately knew it was gonna be about him… seeing as she addressed it to “Mr. Hottie Magnum Daddy” – which came from a hilarious case of mistaken identity in the comments section of this post. (Yes, I know, I’ve linked to it eleventy times already – but I really, really still think it’s hilarious).
Fast forward to yesterday and this thing has taken on a life of its own. Lisa’s Letter of Intent for Julie’s blog was a thing of beauty. Go read it… seriously. I’ll wait.
I gotta tell ya, I feared this man would never marry me. Not because he didn’t love me. Not because we didn’t have a decade-long friendship and knew we could stand eachother for several more decades. Not because he didn’t believe “we’d make cute kids” as he once said it. But because of “what everyone else would think”.
Who is “everyone else” and why do they get a say in us getting married?
“Everyone else” would apparently frown upon our age difference and assume terrible things.
Turns out, “everyone else” doesn’t really care about it. And the “someones” who might, have entirely too much time on their hands.
He married me anyway.
(WHEW – glad I talked him into that one).
And y’all know that Itty Bit was a miracle, right? Because PCOS and babies don’t usually mix. Our little wonder arrived a few weeks early and fit perfectly in Mr. Daddy’s hands.
I can tell you that I suddenly loved this man of mine in a brand new way when I snuck this picture hours after delivering Itty Bit.
Father’s Day was extra-special with my blue-eyed boys.
(“With eyes like the sea after a storm” – extra credit if you can tell me where that’s from :)
It is amazing sharing this kind of joy.
And as I bugged Mr. Daddy for a chance at growing our little family with another miracle, he’d always stubbornly insist, “I’m too old”.
Huh? You’ve already got a 3-year old, you might as well give him a younger sibling, right?
Go ahead, make me melt a bit more. Picking a flower for mommy.
(ahem) With biceps like those, you are NOT too old to have another kiddo. Just sayin’
Look what Mr. Rockin Hottie Magnum Daddy has to put up with when he comes home from hunting?
A little guy who wants to be just like him and misses the dickens out of him.
And they can’t even operate heavy equipment without getting goofy.
Seriously boys, who’s steering that thing. And what what really happened to my japanese maple?
So do it Mr. Daddy… take a leap of faith – knowing that you are a great dad and Itty Bit would be a great big brother. Knowing that I’ll quit bugging you after just one more. And your sweet mother-in-law would too ;)
And it’ll be fine
Even if we do do things our own silly way
(can I get a little help here ladies? :)