Dada!

For a long time now the girls have been saying "Dada," but it didn't always refer to Mike. Lately, though, they say it with such glee when they hear his voice or see him or when he leaves the room for just a second that we know they mean him. They love him to pieces, especially when he sings to them, tickles their bellies, and swings them around in the air. There was a lot of all three happening today on Father's Day.

Thank you, Mikey, for being such an incredible dad to our girls. For always taking the fussy one, for always carrying the heavy one, and for making me laugh even when I want to shout or cry. You are the rock this family is anchored to. Happy Father's Day!

Today at the park

And a heartfelt Happy Father's Day to our dads, who have always been there for us. Wish you were here (or we were there)!