My husband is amazing. He gives and gives and gives. And we take and take and take.
I am selfish and willful; bullheaded and hot under the collar. High strung, they call it when discussing horses. I can be very... unpleasant. That was a polite way to describe it, believe me.
The Boy is prone to typical nine year old behavior, like wanting to devote his life to Game Boy and Wii, as well as tearing holes in the knees of all of his jeans within a week of them being purchased, not always brushing his teeth thoroughly and throwing the occasional fit for ABSOLUTELY NO APPARENT REASON.
Not only does he put up with us, he loves us. Takes care of us. My husband always, no matter what, in any situation, has our best interests at heart. He is constantly gathering the three of us into a united front. The Boy is in love with him. I am in love with him.
He is all I could ever hope for for the two of us, and so much more.
Happy Father's Day, baby.