Father’s Day fell on the perfect weekend this year. After being away from Justin for 8 days, we were all so ready to be home. And then the ninth day was thrown in there, and we were REALLY ready to be home.
Sometimes, when it’s just Justin and the kids and me here, day in and day out, living our routine, it’s easy to take each other for granted. It’s easy to forget just how fabulous it is to have someone predict how you’re going to be feeling and stop to grab you something special. Or just take the kids for half an hour so you can have some glorious alone time (even though once you have said alone time, you can only manage to stare blankly at your phone screen while taking deep, calming breaths and promising yourself that the NEXT kid won’t be so hard to potty train). I don’t think I ever underestimate how much Mitchell loves his daddy or vice versa, but it definitely took my breath away when they saw each other for the first time in nine days. They’ve been spending quite a bit of time together since we’ve been back. Mitchell barely lets Justin out of his sight. Justin couldn’t even eat dinner tonight on his own.
I know I got lucky with Justin. But I’m so happy that Mitchell and Rosie also got lucky. They have a father who completely dotes on them and wants nothing more than to be their best friend. When Justin has down time, he can be found scouring the internet for future projects for him and Mitchell (I assume Rosie will join the crew soon). How awesome is that? He spends his spare time finding more ways to spend his spare time with his kids.
I love you, hubbie. You’re definitely the best! And I’d probably be saying this even if you hadn’t let me sleep until 10 the past couple mornings.