Even if you don't read it..I'll still say it.

He doesn't read my blog.

To be fair, he doesn't because he thinks that I should have my "own stuff" that I can keep apart from all of our joint ventures. We share everything, but my writing he assumes I would want to keep private.

I respect his point of view, but I sometimes wish he would take a peek at it. Hopefully, he'd be proud.

Regardless, I'd like to say something. To him, and to all the fathers out there.

It can be a hard deal, being a Daddy. It's hard in the beginning, because babies don't really do much. You can feel out of the loop. You can feel second-fiddle. You crave reciprocation from this little thing, and you're met with crying, explosive poos, and the occasional smile. And the wife, well, she tries her best to give you the rest of herself that's left at the end of the day, but mostly, she'll be passed out on the couch, exhausted.

But you persevere. You ask what you can do to help. You hold your partner's hand while she collapses in a puddle of emotion, talking about how amazing and how hard it is to be a mother. When you have a second, you don't sleep on the couch, but you cook delicious dinners for the family and entertain everyone on the weekends so she gets a break. It's hard, but you manage to make it look easy.

Mister, you make our life more musical, more patient and more loving than I could've ever done on my own. Thank goodness we found each other, and made these amazing little people to share in so many fun road trips.

We may not have time to say it face to face at the moment, but I adore you. Coolest husband and Daddio on the block. Rock fact.