To my husband

Dear Husband:

I'm hiding in the bathroom to write you this note because I have three children singing "clean up" in their bedrooms in anticipation of the "get dressed, have breakfast, and go outside" rush. (I have less than five minutes before one of them realizes I'm gone and they call come searching for me.)

So, in five minutes or less:

For the long days you spend at work and the nights you spend working on projects from home, thank you for providing for us.
For the evenings when you stop at the grocery store quickly to grab items I forgot and absolutely need in order to serve our meal, thank you for saving dinner.
For the days when our children question beyond "How does this work," and I have to answer "hmmm... I'm not sure, but Dad knows," thanks for giving all the technical answers.
For the evenings and weekends when you juggle planting and tending a garden, thank you feeding us while cutting down on the mowing.
For the evenings and weekends when you juggle the roles of Mr. Fix It and Mr. Build it, thank you for making and bettering our home.
For the nights when you read the Bible to our children while I clean up from dinner, thank you for helping our children learn to obey God.
For the nights when you ask our children to give you "a BIG kiss," a hug, and sometimes a high-five, before tucking them in their beds, thank you for being a loving father.

For all these things AND MORE that you do while being a partner to me, thank you for choosing me as your bride more than eight years ago. I can't think of a person I would have rather had at my side when having each of our beautiful children. And I can't imagine another person at my side for the rest of our lives.

I pray for you, and thank God for you. Happy Father's Day.

Love,
Wife