Not only did I have to adjust to having girls, my poor husband is right in the middle of estrogen central.
His days of watching football with the guys is now interrupted with girls dancing in front of the televsion with princess dresses. His nails get painted pink, and he learns the names of all the baby dolls. He is an amazing father and would/will do anything for his three/four girls. He has a fierce desire to protect.
What a good daddy!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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You have taught me how to listen, how to laugh, and how to love. If it weren't for you, I would be incomplete. If it weren't for our daughters, we would be lacking in purpose; they are us, and we are one!
Love!
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