Kip and I have been married just over three years. Our first two years of marriage welcomed these two babes, quickly growing us to a family of four. For the majority of the time I have known Kip, he has been a Daddy. To be honest, I can hardly remember what it was like to be “just the two of us.” But my memory is blessedly full of memories like this:
I mean, what better reflection of who your husband is, than the faces of your children when they look at him like this?! And I’m not being dramatic when I say that is how they always look at him.
And I look at him with hearts in my eyes when he does things like this: catching me up on washing the dishes (my least favorite, never-finished chore), with two little stickers from Rosie stuck to the back of his pants. Evidence of who he is: a servant-leader who takes care of his family in every way, but silly enough to be covered in stickers from toddlers all the time. Precious man.